My money
Let’s talk about my money.
When I say ‘my’ money, I mean it the most deliberate way. I mean the money that I’ve spent eight or more hours a night to earn even though I wanted to be elsewhere doing more interesting and amusing things. That is the money I call mine, money that I gave time to procure by trading a service a company finds useful for capitol I can use to purchase food, service, or items my family needs. My money.
As of 1997, and we can only assume with recent issues in illegal immigration (and no, I’m not about to pursue just illegal immigrants) that this number has grown, an estimated $1.1 Billion was provided in AFDC and Food Stamp Benefits to households in which either the head of the household or their spouse (or both) was an illegal immigrant (1). This is only illegal immigrants, remember, there are millions of born and bred American’s leeching the system as well.
Before the torches are lit and the mob breaks out their pitch forks to knock on the gates of my humble castle, no, I’m not throwing this information down the throats of those in need. If you need welfare, then use it, and I salute you for supporting your kids in whatever manner you have to though it may wound your pride. I say this because I would do anything for my daughter.
But, and I relate this from personal experience, when you throw $300 worth of food (including Russell Stover’s delicate chocolates, 4 bags of Lay’s potato chips, a mound of Little Debbie’s snacks, and several other questionable items) on the cashier’s conveyor at the supermarket and pay for all of this with food stamps while chattering amiably away on a cell phone, I will stab you in the eye.
Then spit in your good eye and break your leg. For spite, I’ll also kick a puppy on the way home.
From yet another old article, take Tamiesha and her illegitimate child (2), dropping the child off at a high school daycare after coming in tardy already and refusing to seek the child’s father for help in raising their mutual child. Instead this mother who so thoughtlessly and irresponsibly brought this child to life without thinking ahead to the future of herself and her child and bringing to task the father to help support this new life, she will (has?) undoubtedly sustained a life of poverty for herself and her kid.
This said I would like to come right out and tell you exactly how I’d handle this situation. I believe the introduction and the execution of this plan would show its pay-off in the first six months in operation.
I would like to take $1,000,000 of welfare money already budgeted to be received by those in poverty or without jobs and re-instate it to the Department of Welfare Investigation whose sole priority is to conduct investigations on people claiming welfare benefits for reasons of health or child care. This being said I’d like to recount a discussion I was witness to (names will not be mentioned and the identities of the people will be protected):
Person 1: “I don’t see why you can’t work. I know about your cataracts and your diabetes but you are having treatments and having a job would do yourself good.”
Person 2: “No, things would be too difficult.”
Person 1: “I don’t see how, I have aches and pains at all times with my job because I do very labor intensive activities, but I still work and provide for myself.”
Person 2: “Well, I just don’t see why I should when I can just stay right here at home and get a check every month.”
Don’t you wish you could stab Person 2 in the eye?
I digress. This is the new American Dream, to be considered so derelict that you can draw from the government, NO, from people who earn their living and try to stand on their own two financial feet. But not only are there laws protecting these people from having to work, there are no laws protecting the working man (woman) from being a slave to the trash of society.
More and more does the path of American society tread the dreaded ways of communism where those who can work must provide for those who won’t. But would we just take steps to insure those in need are the only gaining welfare instead of those who are illegally living in the states or welcoming the eighth child they can’t afford to the family or watching an obese person draw a check every month so they don’t have to move to become more obese, we could have the ability to lower the taxation of the working class and acclimate people into the true American dream.
This is still the land of opportunity. Right now it is the opportunity for improvement.
So screw you all, stop taking my money.
1. 1997 GAO Report to Congressional Committees
2. Tamiesha’s Story