I took a ride today and stopped at a mini-mart. When I pulled up there was an older Cadillac filled with two middle-aged men and four kids in the back seat. They were buying beer. (I bought some wine.) When I came out, one of the kids asked about my car and then said – and I quote – ‘You’s rich!’ I just smiled at the kid and laughed. What I wanted to say was that I would be rich (or richer – depending on one’s definition) if I wasn’t working my ass of to pay for all six of their housing, food, education, after-school programs, medical care, ‘tax refunds’, utilities, ad infinitum. But somehow, ‘I’m rich’. Talk about irony…

So sad…..

Can we still say work ethic? I’m pretty sure that violates some leftist’s something.

“Of course, it was very difficult for them, but she walked away with something known as ‘character’”

“Difficult” is totally foreign to the “poor”. Everything must be made easy or it is “unfair” to their delicate natures.

I remember when we first started putting time limits of 2 years per lifetime on the “poor” who receive welfare.

The hue and cry about THATS SLAVERY! was everywhere. Poor things…GRRRRR

What was slavery was that I not only had to go to work for MY livelihood PLUS theirs…Who was the real slave here?

Character? Another word that has no meaning what-so-ever for that crowd.

And by the way…During the Clinton years didn’t they keep saying that character didn’t count? Fits his (and Obalmy’s) minions

Guess they’ve never put a few bad apples in the barrel and watched what invariably happens.

And of course you would never see any of this “deconcentrated poverty” in THEIR barrels.

I wouldn’t be angry if they would try living with this group themselves…Sure, it could happen….NOT.

For what it’s worth, my mother shared a room (and a bed) with her Mother, yes her Mother (her Father died young) and did not have her own room until her brother moved out – she was sixteen. Of course, it was very difficult for them, but she walked away with something known as ‘character’. Sadly, one of the rarer ‘elements’ in the universe today…

Thats exactly what will happen. We had a couple of decent lower middle class apartment complexes where I used to live. Decent people lived there.

Then HUD came in and forced them to take on “Section 8″ (subsidized) tenents.

Within two years it was a mess. The decent people had nearly all moved out due to crime and drugs that of course spilled into the near by bought homes. They then began to be sold..and of course decent people wouldn’t buy them…Guess who did? Yep, Absentee Land Lords who then rented them to the same type people. They showed up with the Section 8 letters in hand.

That whole neighbor hood completely went to pot with in 10 years.

Its a high crime area now.

When my mother and dad bought their home there in ’75 it was a really good place with super helpful neighbors. The people didn’t have much money, but most were of the WWII group so had values and kept their modest properties painted and neat.

You should see the place now…It’s “da hood” with trash everywhere and everyone owning loud barking “killer” dogs.
(I love dogs..have 4 myself, but we make sure we are good dog neighbors)

I’m glad most of this happened after Mon and Dad died.

“And I know I’ve posted this sentiment a few hundred times around the net,”

Maybe…but it bears repeating…often!

I’d also like to comment that if they want to solve the problem of crappy neighborhoods, institute a program like or help fund a group like habitat for humanity. Even though alot of people volunteer to help build the houses, the owners actually have to help pay back the loan and do X number of hours of work to qualify for a house. I remember being a really crappy neighborhood digging a trench for electrical cables and doing siding on a house that was part of Habitat for Humanity. The group had done alot of other houses on that street and area. You could tell which ones those houses were as the houses were neat as a pin, well maintained; looked like somone pulled them from the suburbs. The rest of the houses looked like rat trapped pits that one match could burn down the whole lot of them.

Having a heck of a hard time avoiding violent or vulgar language. Time to go work in the yard. Gee, there’s that ‘w’ word again.

I don’t want the government redistributing my wealth. How about they redistribute my work ethic instead?!

I know a few families who live in that extended neighborhood (haven’t had the heart to call them yet to discuss it) and can imagine that they are sick beyond belief. There is no doubt – none, zero, nada – that those property values will plummet and there will be an exodus. It’s sick. I can’t get my mind off of the story…

1st to Fight lives in the Huntsville area – he may know more details.