I don’t wanna get out of bed.
You can’t make me….
But, I have something to bitch about again.
The need to pay my taxes drives me.
I have to do it, you see.
It’s like a drug.
If I don’t pay my taxes for a bit I become nervous, always looking over my shoulder for apparitions that I know are there, following me, but they seem to stay just outside the edges of my vision, lurking….waiting.
I have admitted to myself and others that I am dependant on the dependant.
I HAVE to support these people.
They NEED me.
The entire masses of welfare scammers depend on me to sustain their quality of life, to keep them in the comfort and lifestyle that they are accustomed too.
I am not jealous of them, nor am I bitter of the fact that these dregs of society are smarter than me.
I could never think up ways to manipulate and exploit the welfare loop holes that they do.
You have to admire their tenacity and dedication.
How do they figure this crap out!?
I don’t have time to sit and contemplate the intricacies of the tax codes and welfare guidelines.
I have to work, eat and cheat on my taxes….just a little.
I may not eat as well as the welfare people or the tax looping elite, but I find it easier to swallow my food without the side dish of shame.
I know that there are people that really need the assistance of welfare.
There are good people on the streets, homeless, that lost the job they had for 20 years and their homes, over no fault of their own, or maybe just poor money management, and end up digging thru the dumpsters for food, clothes or something to sell.
I’ve witnessed fathers and mothers standing in a dumpster, weeping, too proud to ask for charity or help.
It will tear your heart out.
The suckers of government tit depend on me to pay my taxes on time and with maximum amounts.
It is the “parents” in the slums or projects with 7+ different daddy babies, the illegal alien bus tickets to a town near you, the crack heads lying in the gutters that I am particularly concerned with.
If I don’t feed them, who will?
I can’t just abandon them.
It’s not my place to question why a welfare recipient has an I-Phone that I can’t afford…
It’s not my place to question why a welfare recipient has a Chevy Tahoe that I can’t afford…
It’s not my place to question why a welfare recipient has name-brand groceries that I can’t afford…
It’s not my place to question why a welfare recipient is allotted over $1000 a month in food stamps, but drives up to the grocery store in an Escalade wearing $200 Nike shoes and sporting apparel of their favorite NFL/MLB/NBA teams.
I know that there are good people that need my ‘evenly distributed’ welfare contributions.
The thing is that these ‘good people’ get off of the welfare tit eventually, find their way back to the tax-paying herd and return to paying their share and supporting their dependant brethren.
They too, have problems chewing and swallowing the shame.
Shame is a bitter dish and has no sustenance.
But they get fat on it….
I’m not saying that being on welfare is shameful, not in the ‘good people’ cases, but trust me when I say that they still taste it in the back of their affordable generic food stained mouths.
I have tasted the bitter fruit myself, long ago, and it tastes like shit.
I just bought breakfast for $10.
I remember when I had to scrape up .25 to buy a package of ramen noodles, fill an empty bottle I dug from a trash can, wash it out and re-fill it at the library, put the noodles in the bottle, place the mixture in the sun and wait….
I have never had to receive welfare.
Not because I am brilliant and not because I am diligent in my financial planning.
I have a sparse amount of money saved, like so many others.
It’s more to do with luck, really.
You cannot plan for everything…I know this….
YOU, know this.
Anything can happen at any time.
All a person can do is the best that they can do.
It is the people that exploit the system, that feel that the rest of us OWE them something that drives me insane.
There are still people living in FEMA homes in New Orleans, “displaced Katrina victims”, 10+ years after the event, living in these ‘government subsidized’ homes, that say they can’t find any work to be able to afford to move out.
10+ YEARS AFTER THE FACT!!!
…and that’s only in New Orleans.
There are many, many more places this is still happening.
I drive my truck across our country and I see waste….tremendous amounts of waste.
The crazy part is that the FEMA homes are nicer than the ones these leeches lived in before Katrina!
They’ve never had it so good.
And therein is where the problem lays…the heart of it.
No, it’s not a black person thing, a white person thing, a Mexican person thing or a Cajun person thing.
It’s a social thing.
I’m an insensitive asshole.
Let me tell you something though.
I am no better than you.
I am not saying that I know better than you do.
I am telling you this:
I would dig ditches, I would work at Burger King, I would shovel shit, and I would do ANYTHING, to avoid being dependant on anyone else, regardless of the circumstances!
You hear ‘them’ say:
“I don’t want to work at Burger King!”
“I know that I have never done this job before, but I ain’t gonna start at an entry level position!”
“I want the big money now!”
“I’ll just keep drawing my check every month! I get more money that way than if I got a job”
Our government enables them.
Our government encourages them.
Our government needs the poverty stricken to inspire the ill intentioned nouveau riche…
Poverty inspires desperation and crime.
Desperation supports legislation.
Legislation supports the wealthy.
The wealthy supports the working class, to an extent.
If a person works hard, makes the sacrifices and becomes wealthy, what’s the problem?
I would love to be wealthy!
But, I am not.
I am only self-sustaining…
I can buy food, I have a home, I have a nymphomaniac wife and I have a job.
What else can a man ask for?
It is the manipulators, the shameless, the exploiters of the innocent, and the loop-holers that irk me!
Why can’t I get money and food for nothing!?
Why can’t I get free tuition for college or a government loan to start a business because I am a citizen of another country?!
Why can’t I come up with an ingenious plan to FUCK Uncle Sam!?
Hey…..I guess if they’re just giving it away, a person might as well grab it, right?!
It’s because I am not built that way, that I can’t do it.
I like working hard.
I like making my own way.
I would go bat-shit if I had to depend on other people.
I would not resort to crime if I was desperate.
A person can always find other alternatives, there’s always a way out!
I hope and pray to God that I will never find myself in the predicament that I once was.
Yes, it was hard times, it sucked ass and I thought I would never get back on my feet.
But, I did.
And not once, did I draw welfare, use other government assistance nor knock someone in the head for their money.
I dug thru dumpsters for food. I slept in abandoned cars and boats. I slept in dumpsters and abandoned buildings.
I did not beg, I did not scam and I did not steal.
I worked thru independent or church related temporary employment services.
I worked at the occasional homeless shelters to get my dinner.
I walked the sidewalks and rode buses for hours and hours to pass the time, month after month.
But, I got out of it.
I did it myself.
I worked my way out of a situation I never saw coming.
How can people live off of welfare and hand-outs for years and years, never wanting to be any better off or change their lot in life?
“It’s too hard”
“It’ll take forever!”
People do it all the time.
I will continue to pay my taxes for the good people.
I will continue to pay my taxes for the people that have no other choice, that only need a chance.
I will continue to pay my taxes to a government that will throw me in prison if I don’t, because they need the control over the masses of welfare bottom-feeders.
Shame on the people that exploit their neighbors….
Shame on the manipulators….
Some people go thru bad times, well…most of us do at one time or another.
Sometimes it is from circumstances outside of their control.
Sometimes it is from unpreparedness or lack of fore-sight.
Sometimes it’s because they had no idea that this kind of thing could happen to them and they become over-whelmed…
It only happens to other people.
The ‘people’, and I use that term loosely, that take advantage of the misery of others to profit…
In these cases, I am a Christian that believes in, and hopes, that Karma is true.
I am a Jew that hopes Christ meant what he said and can carry it out and punish the transgressors…
I am a Buddhist that hopes you get your ass handed to you someday.
Profligates of thy brethrens plight and misery!
Oh ye enablers of poverty and destitution…
Thine art a cursed people, high in your house, bejeweled in fine linens and gems…prideful in your riches and power!
Gluttonous of the government tit, suck no more….
Leave some for the rest of us, when we really need it.
I pay my taxes, I give to charities, for the good programs and needy people, be it citizen or foreign born.
I am not building a foundation for a mansion in heaven.
I am not stocking my Karma wagon against sorrowful times.
I am hoping that my taxes and contributions, what little I can do, might just help a person or family get their head above water again.
So, governmental masters, put my money to its intended purpose and do some good.
Charitable donation skimmers leave the money alone and let it help others as it is intended.
Oh, sinful nation….
I will be buried with my chin up and my conscience clear….
You criminals of charity and exploiters of men will close your eyes for the last time, hoping that hell isn’t real….
Just for that one last second, the doubt will pass thru your mind….
Forever is a long time to burn.
“We should measure welfare’s success by how many people leave welfare, not by how many are added.”