Oh, there’s a way to pay for your food. It’s called cash, debit or credit card. You know, you’re own money. Not mine. Parasites.
Judging by the look of most entitlement recipients, they can miss a meal or two.
Great. And while a horde of 1000 screaming urban Yutes break into your home and burn it to the ground, you explain that to them, okay?
Bring ‘em on. The revolution has to start sometime.