Well, gee. I wonder how my parents raised a family of 9 children with no health insurance? And their parents before them? And no foodstamps or Obama phones.
Oh, I remember how they did it. They worked hard! At any kind of work they could get, including picking cotton, cutting grapes, picking peaches and common labor of any kind.
I hear ya.
I remember when I was 10 years old, I climbed a wire fence while visiting my friend, and impaled and ripped my Anconeus muscle in my arm. They pried me off the fence, bleeding and delirious from the pain.
Instead of the local emergency room, my mother took me to our local doctor. We had no insurance, and they always paid by check or cash. We couldn't afford surgery at the hospital, so he stitched me up as best he could with no local anesthesia (that cost extra). I still remember my mom and the doctor's assistant holding me down.
When food ran low, we ate what we could, and when one of my parents got some money they went to the grocery store. It was like Christmas morning for me and my brothers and sisters. There was food in the house! It was almost always gone quickly.
Today, I see do-nothing swiping their EBT at the supermarket, pizza parlor, etc. And they are not grateful - in fact, they expect even more.