PEEVED
There was a time when a person was judged by their work ethic. Not so today.
I’m sick of people who won’t work. I’m not talking about retirees or the independently wealthy (they usually still work anyway) I’m talking about the worthless who draw welfare checks for no good reason.
Some people have a legitimate reason to need the assistance. Originally welfare was designed to help the helpless... not provide the lazy with an early retirement.
That’s not the case today. Today we have thousands of people right here on the Eastside drawing insane amounts of “assistance” who are strong able bodied mentally stable adults who have convinced the system that they shouldn’t or can’t work at all. It’s Crazy!
It makes you wonder what kind of criteria the welfare office is using to determine eligibility. One of the biggest loads of crap is the single mom story. “I can’t work because day care is too expensive”. Yeah right. I see local ads for day care all the time for $75 a week give or take $20. Working people can afford the day care bills because they work. Welfare fools would rather sit home and buy drugs, get drunk and make more babies. A lifetime of dependency all over $75 a week. Silly.
The drinking and drug thing seems to go hand in hand with the welfare check. Along with the check they also get a Medicare card which pays for their prescriptions. Prescriptions for Darvocet, Percocet, Oxycontin and other such delights.
Many people use these free drugs to pay for the cigarettes and beer they “require” daily. They also use the money to buy illegal drugs and go out to the bars every weekend. Once while working as a bartender at a Cincy hot spot I asked a local ho why she never tips. She got irritated and exclaimed “I’m a single mother and I can’t afford to tip I’m only getting welfare!” She then got her next 3 $6 Long Islands from the other bartender got drunker and went home with a local loser. I’m glad she isn’t my mom. This kind of working person abuse is running rampant in our community. I wonder if the welfare office ever considered taking away the checks when someone was convicted of drug offenses or D. U. I.’s. Got enough money to buy pot... no reason for another check. Got enough money to get drunk in bars and drive... no more check. That would make too much sense I guess.
Giving these people a thousand of dollars a month to sit around and breed is ridiculous. The welfare apartments are like little ghettos and the residents are the heaviest users and abusers you have ever met. Just ask the cops, they know every time they get a call it’s likely to be some crack head mom who caught her boyfriend in the apartment down the hall banging away on her best friend. A fight then ensues and all hell breaks loose all the while the chocolate stained kids stand in the hall and listen and learn.
Why do we tolerate this behavior? Do we really believe without welfare America is going to go down the tubes? America got along just fine (actually much better) before they created this stupid program. I mean like 150 years of unprecedented prosperity. Yet now if your back hurts just go cry and lie to the doctor and take the rest of your life off. “Don’t worry... we’ll pick up the tab. Oh by the way here’s a hundred Oxycontins to get you through the month so you can watch HBO in peace”. If you have a kid and can’t find the dad... “don’t sweat it we’ll pay for their entire life’s bill for the next 18 years. Oh and by the way here’s $1000 dollars so you can fatten them up nice and proper”. “Don’t forget the candy and popsicles. After all, your dental bills are on us as well”. “Want to go to college, why all you have to do is ask!” You can probably tell I take being abused by this class of losers personally. Well let me tell you why.
My mom was a single mother until I was ten. She worked in a factory and made enough to get by (barely). She also worked second shift because it paid like 50 cents an hour more. She found day care for me and missed me very much because of my school and her hours. She drove some rough cars shopped at thrift stores and we were fine. I had Christmas presents, bikes and clothes. Most of all I had a lot of love and that’s what mattered most. I was raised knowing I had to work and I quit high school when I realized I was making more than my teachers. My mom was very unhappy to say the least. She knew my education was more important but I was young and saw little importance in waiting two more years to start working when I was working already.
I worked all my life. I didn’t have a degree but I knew how to learn and put my best effort in whatever I was doing and I was fine.
When I was 28 I went sledding at Stansbury Park in Mt. Washington. My first trip down the hill I hit a sharp pothole under the snow and instantly shattered a vertebrae and fractured two others. At the hospital I was treated to an extremely painful spinal fusion and the next day they chucked me out on my own. No longer able to walk or use the rest room I was completely helpless. I never imagined I would lose so much of my physical ability so early in life. I was scared and I was heavily medicated. My concern about my impending addiction was soon relieved as I had no insurance so that meant I had no prescriptions. My surgeon refused to see me or even take my calls. “You need to see your primary care physician” was his office’s last word on the subject. My family spoke with the hospital and they assured them I would qualify for government assistance as my injury was so severe. They applied for me and guess what? I qualified for a big fat nothing. Laying in a bed immobilized peeing in a cup and crapping in a pan wasn’t enough to convince them I needed help. When my hospital pills ran out I became painfully aware of how serious my injury actually was. Now I was really scared.
I knew I would have to crawl (literally) out of bed and find a job again. The problem was that I wondered who would consider me a valued employee when I felt so worthless physically. I had always worked in a position that was labor intensive. Now I was faced with almost no options for employment at all. Fortunately for me family and my girlfriend kept food in the fridge (actually we kept it on the porch as it was winter and we had no fridge). I slowly fought through the pain and walked. Walking inspired me and soon I was moving about more with the aid of a plastic torso brace. I worked at a teen club owned by my girlfriends family and I earned my first check since the accident. It was for $50.
Looking back I’m glad the welfare office told me to get lost because I have a much stronger resolve and work ethic now than I have ever had. I challenged myself to find a career that didn’t require painful labor and now I feel strong and confident. I also now know that no-one needs pain pills. I have never taken any medication even though I will have significant pain for the rest of my life.
I didn’t sit around crying about my life. It’s my life and I’ll deal with it. I have a good career now and while I value education I think it’s useless without ambition. Most of the self made millionaires I know have little secondary education if any at all. What separates them from the herd is the ability to work 18 hours a day 7 days a week without crying about it to anyone who’ll listen.
Henry Ford said “Whether you think you can or whether you think you can’t your right in either case.” I believe it, I’m living proof.
So for all those out there who are living off welfare you’d better learn to speak Spanish because that’s who’s taking over the work force and when your welfare finally runs out your going to have to get a job! Most likely you’ll be the dumbest employee on the job and you going to need to rely on the instructions of others and they’ll likely be Mexicans. People say the Mexicans are taking our jobs. I say they fill the positions the welfare office opens up everyday. You could learn a lot from these immigrants they’re hard working people and proud of it. They come here against all odds and not only support themselves but their families back home as well. I’d like to see a welfare fool get a job and compete with that! In fact, I’d like to see how many Chinese, Indian, Middle Eastern and other immigrants are on welfare right now. For that matter how many have ever been on welfare. Not many, maybe none. Why... because they work hard and prosper that’s why. They don’t ask for sympathy they just keep on working until they create something worthwhile. Amen to that.
So to all you welfare idiots out there if your looking for sympathy don’t come crying to me I have none to give. Your problem is just that... your problem. My problem is I just wish I didn’t have to give you fools any more of my hard earned money!
