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$You If you can afford an iPhone or an iPad, then you shouldn't be on welfare. This shouldn't even be a controversial statetment. Or a playstation or a flat screen TV or a newer car, etc and etc. I know people that work under the table for half their pay and get paid on the books for the rest and collect welfare. know of drug dealers that collect for tax of untaxed money each month dealing. Tell me how I am not supposed to be upset with hese cronies? I'm not heartless. These people are Except not everyone who has nice things is given things as gifts. People buy things and THEN things. You can't assume what someone's situation is just for assistance. People save up for nice by what they own. We were eating only donated Panera bread, rice, and turnips. My father was sneaking to the various blood banks in town to sell his plasma at twice the rate they allow. My mother was dying due to not having her medicine, which cost well over $1,20D a month after My autistic baby brother wanted to do something nice He worked for months making custom art pieces to sel social and speech problems to ask the neighbors if he could do chores for them to ean more money-raking the their dogs For nine months he carefully hoarded his money in a jar in his bedroom. He counted it every single night and compared it to the cost of what he wanted to get for me Finally he had enough. He bought me a DS Lite and a jackass, saw me with it outside a couple weeks later My brother was with me. a pair of teenagers, over how we could be so selifish to spend money on "electronic s---" when we were a family on food stamps. Spittle flying from his lips, cuSS words every other second, rage radiating off of him so violently that our father came running out of the house at a limp, since his spine is broken, which causes him horrific daily pain beyond what I can to us. My brother was never the same again. There is no happy ending here. That episode in his life changed him almost never left his room and never gone to a triends house. He is terrified of the neighbors and beliaves he Because of tucking people lke you OP Because of tuckers who belleve that they know what life is like for everyone and have a right to judge. So f--- you OP. If you know drug dealers, report them, go on and put your ass on the ine then. But for f---'s sake don't you dare thing you understand what goes on in the life of the people who live in never-ending grinding poverty. Because you have "no f------ clue what goes on in the detailed lives of others. You want to talk selfish? Look in the tucking mirror post. that time Bil O Reily was shocked and appalled that poor people could afford "gasp" A TV AND A FRIDGE IN THEIR APT? and went on a rant saying these ppl shouldn't be on welfare tv and tridge poor people need to not have tvs and fridge because poor pp should be storing their food underground in holes and draw on wals with stones and sticks for entertainment. When I was a child on welfare, eating rotten lunch meat, walking in shoes with cardboard in the bottoms to cover the holes, I had an extensive collection of My Little Ponies. Not "one or two horses" over three hundred, all told, and almost al the major playsets Maybe, oh, 10% of the total came from my mother, over the course of the eight years I spent collecting and living with her. The rest were gifts from family members who didn't know about our situation, but knew from Gramma's chatty "everything is fine" letters that I loved My Little Pony. They were trom the charity groups that let you sign up and specify what your children wanted for Christmas. They were d on the street They were from favorite teachers who knew how poor we were, who wanted me to have birthday happiness. We're taking thousands of dollars of plastic horses, almost none of which took a dime trom Mom's budget. And the ones that did? She was a mother trying not to break her heart. Every time someone yelled at us because poor people shouldn't have nice things, we all died a little inside, and I clutched my horses even harder. Ineeded something bright and beautiful in the world, to make up for the roaches in the wals and the mold growing on the butter Unless you're someone's accountant, you don't know where they're putting their money, and it's not your place to judge We had the internet and a brand new computer in a time when very few people had the internet, and only a fraction of my classmates had access to a computer. It didn't matter that ours were pald for by the university to help my mother get through college and get a job faster, so she could earn a livable wage and support her children on her own. It ddn't matter that we weren't on food stamps or welfare, though we certainly qualified Everyone wanted to know-parents of the other children in my class actually asked me-how we could justify having it with how poor we were. People felt entitied to ask why we would have it, what possessed us to think it was a good idea, because we were poor. And they felt absolutely ustified in telling us, repeatedly, how irresponsible it was, how poor we were, how unreasonable they thought it looked, what sort of message we were sending by daring to have one nice thing They didn't care that we didn't have new winter coats, or shoes without holes in them, or food in our cupboards. They didn't care that we missed school field trips because we couldn't afford them, or that we picked rotten spots off the top of pudding and ate it, and only turned the heat on when the temperature fell below zero, because we couldn't afford to even be warm all the time. They did not care about what we didn't have. They cared that we had a nice thing-that we had had ONE nice thing and they resented it I have many nice things now. I have new shoes, and a nice winter coat, and I have an education, a colege degree. But I still feel, and I think anyone who has been very poor will always stil teel, like any second someone is going to come over and demand to know how I justity having even one nice thing, let alone several.$