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I just came in from the garden. Today I harvested a couple of pounds of green beans, a handful of carrots, and a few cherry tomatoes. I turned the compost and noticed that it’s ready to go into where I recently harvested garlic, where I will be planting some fall broccoli and cabbage plants. Every time I drive past our various local HUD housing projects, I see trash littering the ground instead of supplemental vegetable gardening. My arms itch from the beans and my back is a little sore because I’m also 34 weeks pregnant. I don’t feel sorry for those people down town because they are poor, I feel sorry for them because they have ignored the free education provided to them and have therefore become slaves on the Democrat plantation. They will never prosper because they are told, and they fully believe, that they are victims. That is truly sorrowful.

GWG....

Thoughtful post, it raises the question is poverty, poverty of the mind and by extension of the soul and spirit?

Many of all colors and backgrounds were financially poor in the 30's, 40's and 50's etc. but carried themselves with dignity and so many more positive character traits, and never gave up the fight.

Their is more than dollars and cents going on here....

I can thank my parents for so many things, and I am so fortunate that my parents were raised by those who were really poor before the Depression. I have an audio recording of my maternal grandmother, God rest her soul, talking about how they didn’t know there was a Depression because they were already so poor. But because they already had to keep gardens and preserve food, they were able to survive. They never stood in bread lines. Meat, milk, and eggs might have been scarce, but they survived. Think about the HUD housing people I referenced. If things get bad, which could very easily happen, what will happen to them? They better not come knocking on my door. I can tell you one thing, seeds aren’t the only thing this mama has stocked up on.