3 Decades ago, my wife had some critical events in her life:
1. She returned back to work after 12+ years of being Mom/Wife only, her words not mine.
2. Her first paycheck after all the tax deductions was her first wakeup call to the reality of taxes that I had been complaining about.
3. Be a generous wife/mother, she decided to treat us with her first pay check to New England Lobster, a family favorite for special occasions.
We drove to Vallejo to the store advertising the lobsters. She had preordered, and she and one of the sons went into the store. The other son and I stayed outside to make sure our car didn’t get stolen or broken into. Vallejo was a tough city then.
In the store she went to the butcher counter and showed her ID to get the lobsters. Then, she went to a checkout counter to pay. In front of her was a welfare Mama, who paid for her 6 Lobsters with food stamps. My wife checked out, paid cash and went outside to see the welfare Mama get into a new Cadillac Convertible, kiss her pimp and put her lobsters in on the floorboard in back of the convertible and ride off.
My wife came back to our well used Malibu station wagon, I had bought from the company I worked for. I could tell that she was steaming. I asked her what was wrong and she told me, I would hear later.
After enjoying the lobster, putting the kids to bed and having an extra glass of wine, I asked my wife what was wrong. She told me about the Welfare Ho, the lobsters, the food stamps and the Cadillac convertible.
That day marked a big step by her from being a middle of a road American to being a conservative.
“I had a job once enrolling Welfare people in a Free Dental Plan for the poor at the office they went to get their checks. Back then they would go on a certain day in person. Well the Welfare Queens would pull up in Luxury cars, go in get the check and then there was a mobil van selling Lobster and Steak across the street where they would head right over there and cash their check for Lobster and Steak and head back to their free housing in their Caddy.”
The welfare ho’s are still doing the same thing, only now they carry their free lobster and steak out to a big new black SUV with tinted windows, and kiss their big ugly drug dealer boyfriends.