Brother, can you spare a dime?

Listening to the song below and looking at the slide show pictures from the Depression era that accompany it, I cannot help but be reminded of the bread/food/milk lines in 'communist' Eastern Europe. The only difference is that in those countries everybody was in line and when we got to the end of it, we had the money to pay for the scarce food. Shortage for you meant shortage for me and there was some comfort in the egalitarian nature of that misery. In the aftermath of capitalist greed, however, there is a part of the population—the guilty part, might I add—that never has the need to get near those lines, whereas the majority of the people are forced by their conditions to wait for hours for a pitiful pittance of food for mere sustenance.