I have never minced words when it comes to my feelings about the current state of the nation’s welfare system. I think it’s a joke and if you’re a normal, rationally thinking being, you will agree with me.
Hurricane Katrina exposed the massive problems in the system.
Exposed them? Yes.
Repaired them? Sadly, no.
As a woman who grew up in the Sixties and came of age in the Seventies, I still believe in the need for social programs—-to a degree. Some of those groovy liberal ideals haven’t left me and more than likely, will never leave me. But as I have stated time and time again, the system is inherently flawed.
Social welfare is no longer the “quick fix for hard times” that it was originally designed to be. It’s become a way of life that’s been systematically abused over the years. To live in a state of welfare for some, is legacy; it’s generational and most think nothing of it. We’re talking a complete way of life handed down from parent to child and so on. To live on the dole, is expected. Many who have and keep their hands out have a skewed and pathetic sense of entitlement.
Personally, I resent it. I resent the hell out of it
Why every administration has allowed the system to continue to fester is beyond me. This might be a gross exaggeration, but in my opinion, the Republicans have done nothing because they can’t be bothered with the indigent–they don’t EVER vote Republican and hence, the problem is swept under the run. That’s easy to do when you simply throw what amounts to “hush money” at a problem.
The Democrats remain involved because I believe they want to keep welfare recipients down and dependent. If you’re “beholding” to someone, you’re easier to manipulate.
Who’s to blame here? Those with their hands out? Or those all to willing to extend the hand out? Both, I think. No, it’s both for sure.
I wish I knew how to fix the problem, but I don’t. I can barely make sense out of my own life, but I sincerely hope the system can be fixed in my lifetime. It might be as simple as A) putting a firm and legally upholding cut-off on the number of children one woman can give birth to and B) a definitive cut off date regarding the number of month/years you can be on Welfare.
We can’t legislate morality, but God knows we should be able to legislate common sense. I want to see Welfare Police. I’m talking badged enforcers who are armed to the hilt. Maybe not with weapons, but with the ability to severely censure offenders.
I want strictly enforced welfare laws on the books and exacted by the judicial branch. More importantly, I want to see offenders punished. Will that clog the courts? Yes, but do you want to continue to shell out your hard earned tax dollars to support someone too lazy, too uneducated and too irresponsible to fend for themselves or their families??? And yes, those adjectives aptly describe the vast majority of welfare recipients.
Spare me your comments about me being a racist. This has nothing to do with skin color. This has everything to do with values, self respect and common decency. I could go on and on here about how I don’t possess a prejudice bone in my body, but I’d be lying.
The reality is, I’m prejudice. Very much so.
I strongly dislike the lazy. I have no respect for unnecessarily stupid people or the conveniently downtrodden and what really repulses me are those who stay in the system by assuming a “propagate to perpetuate” stance. Want more more money? Have more kids. These people are no longer human, they’re merely breeders of selfish convenience.
So, don’t even start with hurling insults at me. This is about people in general. The welfare roles include multi-colored skin tones. No one race has the market cornered on despicable behavior.
There. I’ve said my piece.
Now, what you are about to read is a list of excerpts from real letters received by a a large American city’s Welfare Applications division.
They’d be hilarious if they weren’t so damn pathetic.