I know I can’t take pictures, or video, without facing a lawsuit. I dearly wish I could, though it is likely that the idea of shaming some people would lead them even more to consider themselves “victims”, with the concomitant parade of State-salaried do-gooders egging them on and “advocating” for them.
Coming back from a quick lunch today, I see a very young mother, baby on her hip, toddler at her side. She is hitting the welfare office, across the hall from me. Her baby has a full diaper, evident as soon as I opened the hallway door. The guy in the hallway comments to her that the kid needs a change, to which she replies that she hasn’t got any money for diapers.
What DOES she have? Tattoos. A bunch of them. (No, that is not her, above. She was bigger than that.) Too many for me to count, not that I care to. What else? As I was heading TO lunch, she was out having a cigarette. Or two, or more.
Diapers can be found for about fifteen to twenty bucks a box, containing between 60 and 100.
Cigarettes in Vermont are almost eight bucks a pack. $72 a carton.
I don’t know what tattoos cost in Vermont these days, not having priced them.
Everything we need to know about the malignant decay of our burgeoning welfare state was standing in the hallway outside my office. Our money goes (we think) for diapers and formula. HER money goes for cigarettes, and Lord knows what else. But she NEEDS our money. She is entitled to it. And we are bound to give it to her. For the children.
How heartless are they who would take food out of her children’s mouths. And the cost of the health problems caused by the tobacco usage and weight issues must, and will, be borne by all of us, except her. Because health care is a basic human right.
Any guesses what my objection to such a paradigm has gotten me labeled as more than once? You betcha. Racist. Problem is that, without exception, the many, many people of similar appointment whom I see on a routine basis there and lighting up in front of the WIC offices, are the same race as me. Government handouts enabling a life without consequence are an addiction that robs people of pride, ambition, judgment, and morality. And yes, that is all about race. The Human Race.