Some days, do you fear that maybe you’re going to be the last person in America who’s expected to pay his own way, and not grab one new handout after another from Dementia Joe Biden’s 21st century War on Poverty?
Do you find yourself behind the economic eight ball because you’ve always tried to, you know, support yourself, and not become a burden on your fellow citizens?
Here are some of the ways I find myself losing out on Free Stuff:
I own my own home, so I don’t get to stiff my landlord and live rent-free for years on end, in defiance of a U.S. Supreme Court decision in June.
I paid my own way through college — a state school — so I don’t get to take a break, perhaps permanent, from ever having to repay any student-loan debt I ran up taking worthless woke courses.
My kids are grown, so I’m not getting that $300 a month per child in “tax-credit payments,” even if I’m not working, which in that case isn’t a tax credit, but just more welfare for the non-working classes, i.e., Democrats.
I have a job, so I don’t get “unemployment,” plus an extra $300 a week bonus to sit on my ass and finish life at home in my spare time.
And I’m not on food stamps, which means I won’t be getting the 27% monthly boost in that dole that was just announced this week.
John Kerry once famously asked, “How do you ask a man to be the last man to die for a mistake?”
Today’s question should be, “How do you ask a person to be the last person in the United States to actually have to work for a living?”
The food-stamp boondoggle was announced Monday, amidst the Biden collapse in Kabul. The Department of Agriculture announced that because Americans are getting fatter they need to… consume more calories.
According to the Wall Street Journal, after inflation adjustments, the average food-stamp family of four will now be getting $835 a month in free food, which is generous, considering that in 2019 that same family spent only $537 a month on food.
According to the government’s own stats, your average welfare family spends 20 percent of its handouts on sugary drinks, desserts, salty snacks and candy. If you do much shopping in supermarkets, you’re probably surprised it’s only 20 percent.
The Democrats, of course, are just trying to make up for the four lost Trump years, when food-stamp rolls plummeted 19 percent, and spending declined by 16 percent. Less welfare means fewer Democrats. It’s just a fact, Jack.
The Democrats used to proclaim themselves the party of “the working man and woman.” That’s been nonsense for decades, but now they’re not even trying to hide that their core constituency is the non-working classes.
Remember Nancy Pelosi talking about Obamacare freeing her shiftless constituents from the horrors of “job lock?”
Now they’re even more open about their complete aversion to breaking a sweat (unless they’re shoplifting or looting). This is what AOC, the real leader of the Democrat party, said last year:
“Only in America when the president tweets about liberation does he mean go back to work. I think a lot of people should just say no. We’re not going back to that. We’re not going back to working 70 hours just so we can put food on the table.”
Nancy Reagan said just say no to… drugs.
AOC says just say no to… work.
The problem is, not working and drugs have something in common — they are both quite addictive. We all know people who stopped working for a year or so … and never worked again. (Or took a hack job — which is the same thing as not working.)
The way the AOCs and Ayanna Pressleys and the fake Indians of the world are demanding that all these new, supposedly temporary welfare boondoggles be made permanent, I suspect millions of Democrats are getting closer and closer to never, ever even trying to make ends meet for themselves again.
Evidence: There are 10 million unfilled jobs in the U.S. right now. Apparently even the illegal aliens coming across the Rio Grande with their hands out are just as uninterested in gainful employment as the rest of the Democrats.
There was an old TV sitcom, Dobie Gillis, that included a lazy beatnik character named Maynard G. Krebs, played by Bob Denver in his pre-Gilligan’s Island days.
Whenever Maynard would hear the word “work,” he’d jump up in the air, scream “WORK!” in terror and then run and hide.
Maynard G. Krebs is the poster boy of the modern Democrat voter.
I’m not bitter, just because I’m a chump who’s always worked for a living. But why can’t I get on one or two of these Democrat doles? How about a moratorium on some of the bills we deplorables have to pay?
How about Congress giving bitter clingers a permanent vacation from making mortgage payments? Or utilities. Quarterly real-estate tax payments. Credit card bills. Monthly car payments, or the excise tax. Unlike a lot of Democrats, some of us actually pay or paid child support, rather than leaving it to “Temporary Assistance for Needy Families,” most of which is neither temporary, nor directed at either the needy or “families.”
One last point about the War on Poverty II.
The first War on Poverty is over. Poverty won. Poverty’s going to win this one too. The past is prologue.