Do All Lives Matter? Really?

10 Aug

This is something that I wrote a little over a year ago as the political frenzy here in the USA was just beginning to heat up. Now that it’s on full boil I thought that I’d post it again. We have a lot of good things going for us here in the USA and we have a lot of problems too. But what is it that matters the most to Americans? Is it our fellow country-men’s lives, fortunes or sacred honor?

I saw a post on Facebook recently espousing this thought:

“We must put an end to economic freeloading…There must be no place for parasites who draw their sustenance from society without giving anything in return.”

We have over 50 million people in this country who live below the poverty line. And it’s a pretty low line…certainly not one that we or anyone else that I know would want to live under for one day… let alone a year or two or a lifetime. And of all the industrialized countries in the world we, the United States, the richest, mightiest, most boastful country in the world… is last in helping its poor people.

Wow! We’re last in the first world at charity…and as far as I can tell it makes most Americans sick…and not because we’re last but because we can’t get any lower… without leaving the first world and joining the second and third world countries in order to do it that is. Most folks and certainly all Republicans, would like to cut programs for the poor (like food stamps, rent assistance, healthcare and welfare) all together and completely.

After all there is no place for parasites is there? Unless we count prison, and we are first in prisons and prisoners aren’t we? Huzzah! At least we are proud to be number one in some category among the wealthy, advanced nations of the world. But if the poor are parasites and undeserving moochers who draw sustenance from their hosts while offering nothing in return, what are we to do with them? Kill them? Eat them? We already ignore them don’t we? If they aren’t already in prison then they certainly are pretty much invisible. Right?

I mean seriously, do you see a lot of poor folks during your daily routine? You pretty much have to go out of your way or take a wrong turn or exit on the freeway to bump into them don’t you? Or maybe you sometimes see them get shot by scared witless policemen in their efforts to “protect and serve” as you channel surf on your cable TV. So really, what more can we do besides cut those checks?…and I mean cut as in off… not as in… write.

But who are these undeserving poor that beguile and bewilder our great United States of America with their hands out for more and more of our hard earned money every day? Who are these 50 million or so ingrates who can’t stand on their own two feet? These huddled masses who are bankrupting the richest citizens of the richest country in the world? Which, by the way, they aren’t because in case you missed it at the beginning of this blog post, we don’t really give them anything, because we, in all actuality and factuality, already are the STINGIEST, wealthy country in the world!

But I digress…

Because, who are these money grubbers anyway?!

Well… 35% of the 50 million or so poverty stricken Americans are kids! They are all under the age of 18 so how much of a slacker can they all be? Are we going to call 17.5 million children parasites and undeserving moochers for whom there must be no place in our society because they don’t pull their own weight in this world? Yet? They haven’t even graduated high school.

Another 10% of the poorest Americans are elderly. They are all over 65 years of age and can’t work or shouldn’t have to work anymore. How much financial independence and personal accountability do we require from those who may not have had any pensions or 401K plans during their working years or who saw them swallowed up by banks or government cuts or by the financial sector’s mismanagement? Can we give these folks a break and help them out with food stamps, medical and housing assistance or is there simply no room in our society for this particular type of societal parasite? You know…the old and feeble kind.

So that accounts for almost half of all the poor citizens in our country: old folks and children. But did you know that another 31% of the poor in our country are poor because they have mental and/or physical disabilities that prevent them from working or that caused them to lose their jobs in the first place? They might be veterans, paraplegics, developmentally challenged, perhaps those who suffered on the job injuries where no workman’s comp. was in effect or those who were suffering from severe mental incapacitates when their hospitals were closed during the cutbacks of the Reagan years and beyond. Are these citizens to be considered freeloaders also? Lazy work shirkers on the public dole? Irresponsible no-gooders who need to have their food stamp purchases monitored lest they buy an occasional steak or seafood out of season so that we do-gooders can treat ourselves to another tax cut?

A full 76% of those who live below the poverty line here in the United States of America are either children, senior citizens or disabled…that’s 3 out of 4… and what of the other 24%? Mostly they are comprised of mothers: more than likely they are single, divorced or unwed women with children (and a man on the lam from his child support)

And all together they comprise the Approximately 50 million people who can’t make ends meet in this, our Land of Plenty. Sure it’s a big number…but we’re a big country…and a rich country…the richest country! One that can afford to spend 20+% of its budget on blowing the citizens of other countries up and then debate whether or not we should be spending more on such endeavors.

But when it comes to helping our own poorest of citizens, the great majority of whom are either too young, too old, too disabled… or mothers trying to make ends meet…we wag our fingers and say, “We’ve given you enough! What more do you want?”  And yet, We as a nation are last in the world at helping our fellow citizens get back up on their feet now, so really, How much crueler and indifferent can we be?!

Well…The United States also has the highest poverty rate among the major industrialized nations of the world! And Our poverty rate for children is just as bad. So that means that we are first in creating poor people and last in helping them! Do we now need to make sure that we constantly refer to the poor in America as Parasites? Fraudsters? Morally bankrupt? Undeserving? Lazy? Cheats? Thieves?…

Do we really need to add insult to penury?

Because after all. Haven’t we fortunate Americans…God Bless Us…done enough already?

5 Responses to “Do All Lives Matter? Really?”

  1. RAB August 10, 2016 at 3:05 am #

    Good to know someone else is as mad as I am about this issue! Thanks! Sharing….

  2. ranu802 August 10, 2016 at 7:32 am #

    I enjoyed reading your post, you’ve probably brought up a subject that most ignore. Thank you.

  3. elroyjones August 14, 2016 at 10:58 pm #

    You’re singing my song. Why does anyone need more than they can use? Why wouldn’t we want to share our extra things and give what we can to help others? I’d prefer my tax dollars go to feed and clothe people rather than to support wars that have no merit, destroying lives of poor people on both sides.

  4. Gaston August 22, 2016 at 4:41 pm #

    Great post. I would like to add that too many Americans suffer from the Ayn Rand mindset. You know the Republican party enthusiasts. The twisted mindset of greed, Me’ism, and a deep lack of empathy.

  5. darie73 October 18, 2016 at 5:38 pm #

    I started working legally at the age of 14. I didn’t have summer vacations, I worked from 7:00 a.m. to 3:30 p.m. M-F every summer. In my Junior year of High School I started to work at a Hallmark store after school and in the summer it was the jewelry factory during the day and the Hallmark store at night. When I finished with school I never worked less than a 45 hour work week. At the age of 36 I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, Conversion Disorder, Celiac Disease, and various back problems. It was the Bipolar and Conversion Disorder that was preventing me from working. I would start to stutter uncontrollably for no reason and my hands would shake. I was cutting hair at the time. Shaking hands are not exactly good for business when you’re holding sharp scissors. I was deteriorating rapidly. I had to look at other options. I was awarded Disability but it was a long and cruel battle one where a social worker made fun of my stutter and surprisingly so did the Judge. As time went by friends, family, and acquaintances soon learned why I wasn’t working. I started to slowly lose them. I was sent several “anonymous” messages saying “We’re sick of wasting our hard earned money on crazy people like you. All of you should be sent to an Island and sterilized so we don’t have to pay for any retarded kids you have either”. There was a lovely cartoon that went with it. I paid into Disability for almost 23 years. Some of those years I made good money. People forget that. I’m not eligible for any kind of assistance because they say I receive too much from Disability. I wouldn’t wish my illness on my worse enemy. Specifically being diagnosed so late and the chances of medications or therapy working are very slim. I’m 43 now and still struggling. I would gladly give it all away for one day of joy.

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