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Welfare Is a Slap In Our Faces

Welfare started out for all the right reasons. People needed it. It saved so many from dying. It helped children and the elderly. FDR had the right idea. In the 40’s when people had pride and begged for work but there was none. Welfare today has become a crutch for the “Can’t Do, Won’t do, Don’t Have to Do, and Can’t Make me do.” What started out as a great idea has turned into a way of life For those who want to retire at 24, claiming a back disability Until they decide to carry a Mack Truck, which they do A generational entitlement, taught to eight-year-olds Who are warned not to get married before they have their Babies, or they will lose their “check”, the one they have not earned. In some cases, welfare is still working like it was supposed to work. Many times, it is a travesty, a slap in the face to the workers who get up every day Get dressed, take their children to day care, and give the government so much for the takers. Welfare in some families is an entitlement that is expected, but not appreciated. Not only is there rampant ungratefulness, but there is anger that their checks are not enough. Come fix my cable now, and I mean it. Why can't I use my Welfare Card For cigarettes, booze, massage parlor massages and Netflix? Why do you have more than I? I hate you all. Life is unfair. I deserve a new car too. You are not doing enough for me. Welfare now is sometimes a generational crutch that has crippled a family for four generations. I meet eight-year-olds who do not care about school or a future career. They have been taught that working is for chumps, they need to get disability. Someone will help them fill out papers. They know not to get married, because the government pays day care costs for five years if you are not married when your baby is born. Who is paying for this crutch? The chumps, the workers. And who is grateful? I am sure some are. Many people who are on welfare who are working three jobs, and trying are probably insanely grateful. But the "give mes" the "I hate you for this is not enough" The "I am disabled today, so I need a check for not working," They are the sad ones. They are the ones who will never know the pride in trying or doing, as they have been taught by generations who also did not know the love of trying, doing, and succeeding. We are doing them a grave disservice. Should we not try to teach them to fish?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 3/11/2019 2:51:00 AM
Some make it so tough on those who really do need it; our society has many problems.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/11/2019 9:12:00 AM
And who will solve them? The ones in power have often never lived the lives of the masses.
Date: 3/11/2019 1:53:00 AM
welfare; now a day, it's fair for self-abdomen!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/11/2019 2:21:00 AM
It is sad to me how the ones who need it cannot get it for the ones who do not are using it up.
Date: 3/10/2019 11:26:00 PM
I hate both the system and the way it is abused. It seems it gives the most to people who least need it (but are savvy & know how to work it)... then denies or cripples the people who need help the most! (And by crippling, I mean it drops people before they actually have the means to stand on their own again... so they have to work limited hours to keep getting any help at all- instead of being able to do more and climb out of poverty.) So messed up...
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/11/2019 2:22:00 AM
It is a vicious cycle that hurts many. I know so many 24 year olds who do what they want all day long, and are no more disabled that the oak tree outside my room, yet they have figured out a way to stay home "retired" early, while others are slaving away to pay for their decades of vacation. It cannot give them any self-worth either.

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