posted on Nov, 12 2003 @ 05:16 PM
I had two sisters on welfare. Both married SOBs to get out of the house we lived in. Both divorced the SOBs. Each was on welfare 6 months, tops.
Which, In my hardly humble opinion, was a good use of my tax money.
That said: I have known dozens of welfare recipients. 98% lily-white, like me. 10% were the wives of construction workers, using welfare as a money
laundry. Husbands were paid $20/hour, no taxes, under the table. Wife was on welfare to have a legal visible means of support.
The rest were lazy, shiftless, greedy skankasaurus rexes. Get up at 10, wanted the world handed to them on a silver platter. Couldn't get a job, but
could spend all day digging up bottles at the old mining town dump. And math skills - they could divide up an ounce of speed based on who kicked in
how much by sight.
Some observations about welfare mothers, and the convict trash who hung around them:
The neighborhood I lived in had one way in, one way out. Wide enough for 2 motorhomes. Working and retired people would stick to the right, wave at
each other with all five fingers as we passed.
Welfare weenies would drive right down the middle, giving all the 20%, one finger, economy wave.
This neighborhood also harbored illegal aliens. An example of the difference between domestic and imported poverty:
If I put my clothes in the dryer, then fell asleep, the illegals would knock on the door. Say; "Por favor, senor. The Dryer. We need". Give you a
gracias when you emptied it out.
The welfare weenies would send their foulmouthed thug children, who would say "Hey old motherfrogger, you fat frog, get your frogging clothes out of
the frogging dryer, froghead".
The children of illegals would offer to wash your car, follow directions, do a fine job. Thank you when you paid them.
The offspring of welfare weenies would demand protection money, holding a can opener in their hands.
LIke I said: Drug test welfare mothers. In fact, I think I'm going to have some bumper stickers made.