Nothing pisses me off more than waiting in line to buy my budget purchased and marked down groceries than to see someone ahead of me buying a basket full of frozen shrimp and crab legs with an EBT card then drive off in a late model Cadillac Escalate.
Those aren’t EBT cards. They are dEBT cards.
What pisses me off is that the Cadillac Escalade is always parked in the handicap space and has NO HANDICAP license or Tag hanging from the mirror.
My transition in college from fairly apolitical to drifting ever further to the deep dark evil side started soon after I got in trouble for a wee bit of glug-glug-vroom-vroom. As part of my punishment for my dastardly deeds I was requires to perform 80 hours of “community service”. Now I did not resent this, it was what it was and community service was better than a few days in jail (though now that I am older and wiser, I think jail may be a better deal). Anyway, at the time I was in my last semester as a senior in college taking 18 units of all 400 level engineering courses. I also worked 20 hours a week as a waiter. And for beer money I also gave plasma twice a week. With all that in addition to attempting to still have a life, I was a little busy, but I had responsibilities to the court, so I found a suitable place that worked with my schedule in the form of a soup kitchen in downtown seattle. I worked there 6 hours on saturdays and Sundays. The work was not difficult, just low skilled kitchen assistance. Sorting donations and throwing out spoiled food, washing dishes, serving, bussing, that kind of thing. But observing the people who used the soup kitchen really began to unnerve me. There definitely were legitamate people who had obvious mental problems and other disabilities, but I would estimate them to be 30 percent. The other two thirds were of sound mind and body, but would shamble in at the appropriate times a day for free food, and these people were almost always extremely rude and extremely disrespectful to the ladies in the kitchen. They would eat their free food, make a mess and shamble out. I began to wonder why with all the stuff I had going I still had time to spend 12 hours a weekend working at this kitchen, but none of the people benefitting from it who presumably were not working didn’t have time to not only volunteer an hour or two a week, but didn’t have the courtesy to bus their own dishes. It is not the “poor” that conservatives hate, those who have legitamate health or mental problems, or even those who just happened to fall on hard times and need some help to get going again. It is those worthless grifters who feel entitled to other peoples voluntary or involuntary generosity who contribute nothing of value to the community is who us evil conservatives hate.