COULD WE TALK A LITTLE ABOUT HOW TO SURVIVE, WHEN THE LAST PAYCHECK HAS BEEN SPENT???
WHERE WILL YOU GET THE FOOD TO FEED THE KIDS???
WHERE WILL YOU LIVE???
WHAT WILL YOU DO NEXT???
WHERE WILL I FIND A JOB???
WHAT SHOULD I DO TO BRIDGE THE GAP???<<<<<<
Granny, I hate to say it, but they will have to hit bottom in many cases before they will start the road back up.
Somewhat like a junkie - they are going to have to get low enough to decide that dignity, status, pride, and greed won’t get them ahead - Taking that dirty, grimy work just for food and shelter will have to look better to them than the starvation they face.
Years ago, Great Uncle Johnnie had a store here in our nearest town. He had an old fellow who was not the sharpest knife in the drawer who was down and out - he had him sweep the store, stock and straighten the shelves, take out the trash or whatever needed doing, and in return, he got meals, one of the rooms in the attic and a little spending money from time to time. He ate with the family, and received birthday, Christmas and other presents of clothes and other items. Today, Uncle Johnnie couldn’t do that. He would have to pay minimum wage, pay payroll taxes and have his housing inspected. Must be that Ronald Reagan was right - ‘Government is the problem.’
Oh, and Uncle Johnnie used to have 5 or 6 ‘Sunshine Kids’ from the inner city who came and spent the summer helping out in return for gardening, delivering groceries, etc. All that would be out too. And those kids would never know the wonders of the world outside their ghetto.
Today, Uncle Johnnie couldn’t do that. He would have to pay minimum wage, pay payroll taxes and have his housing inspected. Must be that Ronald Reagan was right - ‘Government is the problem.’<<<
Your post is correct on all points and when the liberals get real hungry, the fancy laws will be ignored too.
I have taken jobs in my day that were not to my liking or did not pay for the amount of work I put in and managed to survive.
When times were hard in the mid 1950’s and I had a baby to feed, dumb me, lied about my age, got a job as a bartender at 5th and Market in San Diego.
As I never was a drinker, I was a good clean and sober employee.
Then, my mother and aunt came to visit me and found out that one of my duties at work was showing young Italian men who showed up with a small suitcase, how to get in the basement and mom and aunt Bess, had a fit and made me quit.
I had managed to peek into the basement, it was a 100 year old type building and the basement was full of trash and rubble.
I never did find out what/why those men wanted in the basement or where they went once they were down there.
I quit.