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. I know of drug dealers that collect for tax purposes even though they pull in thousands of untaxed money each month dealing. Tell me how I am not supposed to be upset with these people like I am with greedy corporate cronies? I’m not heartless. These people are selfish and unethical.
Except not everyone who has nice things is automatically cheating the system. People are given things as gifts. People buy things and THEN qualify for assistance. People save up for nice things.
You can’t assume what someone’s situation is just 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 $1,200 a month after insurance.
My autistic baby brother wanted to do something nice for me.
He worked for months making custom art pieces to sell. He worked up courage despite crippling social anxiety and speech problems to ask the neighbors if he could do chores for them to earn more money - raking the yard, helping clean their house, walking 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 for Christmas.
Finally he had enough. He bought me a DS Lite and a pokemon game.
He was so happy.
Until one of our neighbors, a highly conservative jackass, saw me with it outside a couple weeks later. My brother was with me.
The neighbor stormed up and became screaming at us, a pair of teenagers, over how we could be so selfish to spend money on “electronic shit” 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 imagine - to protect us.
My brother was never the same again. There is no happy ending here. That episode in his life changed him permanently and for the past seven years he has almost never left his room and never gone to a friend’s house. He is terrified of the neighbors and believes he is a bad person.
Because of fucking people like you OP.
Because of fuckers who believe that they know what life is like for everyone and have a right to judge.
So fuck you OP. If you know drug dealers, report them, go on and put your ass on the line then. But for fuck’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 fucking clue* what goes on in the detailed lives of others.
You want to talk selfish? Look in the fucking mirror.
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that time Bill 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 because they have a plasma tv and fridge because obviously poor people need to not have tvs and fridge because poor ppl should be storing their food underground in holes and draw on walls 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 all 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 from the charity groups that let you sign up and specify what your children wanted for Christmas. They were from me saving every penny I found on the street. They were from favorite teachers who knew how poor we were, who wanted me to have birthday happiness. We’re talking thousands of dollars of plastic horses, almost none of which took a dime from Mom’s budget. And the ones that did? She was a mother trying not to break her daughter’s 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. I needed something bright and beautiful in the world, to make up for the roaches in the walls 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.
I am right at my fucking limit for judgemental shitstainery today. I just. I fucking CANNOT with these assholes.
Firstly, POVERTY IS NOT A FUCKING BINARY STATE. You aren’t either “poor” or “not-poor”, with absolutely zero middle ground between. Ceasing to be poor isn’t like a fucking Pokemon evolution - you don’t just shed that shit like a snakeskin and turn into a whole new being in seconds. Ceasing to be poor, especially in the face of severe social and economic pressure, is hard fucking yakka, and it happens slowly, in increments, over time, without sudden lottery-style explosions of new money but frequently featuring disappointing setbacks, and that means small things can improve before the big things do - like, for instance, being able to afford a shiny new phone to replace the dying one you’ve been stuck with for the past two years before you can afford to go off welfare. This sort of logic also ignores the idea that you can BECOME poor and still have around you the trappings of previous better-offness, like quality appliances. As convenient as it would be for the kind of troglodyte who likes to judge by appearances, becoming poor doesn’t mean you have to go hand in all your cool shit at the pawnshop, not least because a lot of that stuff - like functioning fridges and dryers, for instance - will SAVE YOU MONEY when you really need it later.
Secondly, anyone who thinks that poor people are fundamentally undeserving of luxury or treats or pleasure-buying or anything else that might alleviate the enormous fucking strain of being poor - because any departure from subsistence-level living means you’re an Eebil Welfare Slobqueen! - can go FALL IN A WELL AND DIE. I am fucking serious: if you, financially secure douchebag, have EVER gone and bought yourself a treat in order to make yourself feel better after a shitty day - if you’ve picked up some feelgood chocolate, or a new game, or a pricey bag, or a toy, or even something as simple as a taxi ride rather than a bus ticket because it was raining and you couldn’t face the queue - then you can SHUT THE FUCK UP FOREVER about the immortality if feelgood purchasing by people with less money than you. Because what you’re saying, when you sit down and police what people can and cannot buy, and the circumstances under which they buy it - what you’re saying is that poor people ARE NOT ENTITLED TO EMOTIONAL SECURITY; ARE NOT ENTITLED TO COMFORT; ARE NOT ENTITLED TO JOY, because they should be too busy scraping by with every fucking penny they have to notice that scraping by is utterly fucking soul-destroying.
Thirdly, a lot of the things you’re deeming “luxury” items? ARE FUCKING NECESSARY FOR GETTING ONESELF OUT OF POVERTY. Let’s see you try to jobhunt without a working phone or internet access. Let’s see you try to grocery shop on a budget for a family of four with no car and a freezer that’s just big enough for a couple of ice cube trays. Let’s see you keep yourself looking professionally presentable and your children schoolready when you’re handwashing all your clothes in the bath and hanging them out to dry on the radiator you can’t afford to turn on half the time, because your tiny income means choosing between warmth and medication.
What you’re doing, OP - you and other privileged assholes like you - is assuming that poverty is somehow EASY; that there’s no emotional, psychological toll to it that might ever need to be alleviated - not for adults, and especially not for children, because the children of poor people don’t deserve happy childhoods; presumably, they should just get jobs and work for their toys, as though this were Dickensian fucking England. You see objects, but not the sacrifice behind obtaining them; to you, objects have no context, no significance beyond their cost and status value, because THAT’S ALL THEY MEAN TO YOU. I used to work for a government department in Australia that provided free fridges and washing machines to people on welfare whose own had broken, and which they couldn’t afford to replace. I rang one woman to tell her that her fridge request had been approved, and she was literally fighting back tears of relief - not only had she been spending extra money she couldn’t afford buying groceries day to day, because all the food was spoiling without anywhere to keep it cool, but she’d been having to keep her young kids from realising just how bad things were, too - she’d told them they were having Ramadan early, fasting early, to explain why there was no food all of a sudden, and she didn’t know how much longer she could keep it up. I approved a washing machine for a single father who was struggling to keep his children out of foster homes after their mother, who had been their primary caregiver, was arrested; he needed one for the social workers to let him keep his kids, but was between jobs and didn’t have enough cash to replace the one that broke.
tl;dr: THERE IS NO ‘RIGHT’ WAY TO BE POOR, BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING RIGHT ABOUT POVERTY. STOP POLICING POVERTY WITH YOUR MADE-UP FUCKING CHECKLIST OF RULES, AS THOUGH IT’S SOME COVETED, ADVANTAGE-CONFERRING CLUB THAT LAZY PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SNEAK INTO INSTEAD OF A DIFFICULT, HEARTBREAKING, LIFE-THREATENING SITUATION. YOU DUMBASS.
We were dirt poor, but we didn’t take any assistance. We relied on hunting to have meat for the winter to get by, we burnt wood for heat and we scraped by out in our little trailer in the woods. But one year, after almost 2 years of scrimping and saving, my parents bought me a Commodore 64 computer for christmas. Nobody else I knew had a computer, it was science fictional, and some of the teachers and staff at school got angry, because they knew we were poor.
We were not on any form of assistance and we never got any handouts, but we were poor. Imagine being called into the Guidance Counselor’s office and asked to explain how your paints felt they could waste money on you.
Imagine, you’re a 5th grader and for no other reason than being poor, a “teaching professional” pulled you aside to call you a waste. Imagine adults being so spiteful about “your kind of people” that they drive you to tears several repeatedly.
Imagine you’re 9 years old and you try to kill yourself shortly thereafter because of the guilt.
But, in a school district that did not have computer education, I taught myself BASIC and LOGOS and developed a love of writing and problem solving and learned the basics of graphic design and hardware repair and I used all of that and got a free-ride to college and left that hateful-small town school and left that spiteful broken small-town thinking and I got a good job and supported my family where I could and I got out and made a life.
The computer that “white trash” shouldn’t have was a goddamn space ship and I flew it straight out of backwater Ohio and made something of myself. The computer that was a “waste” in my hands, helped take care of them for years to come.
It was the computer that paid for both their funerals when they passed and the years of medical bills beforehand.
It’s funny, conservative assholes are always telling the poor to save or invest so they won’t be poor. But when they do so, when they actually try to get out, when they invest in the future or even the present, it’s motherfuckers like the original poster that are the first to stomp on them to try to keep them down.
Because in the end, it’s not about spending wisely, it’s about keeping the poor in their place. That DS is some kid’s shelter from the storm of the hell of being poor, the iPad or iPhone is a gateway to a college education that may not exist for them otherwise. That needless expense just might be the vehicle someone needs to GET OUT OF POVERTY.
But that’s what you’re really afraid of isn’t it? Things, for you, have become a symbol that you’re better than your neighbor. Because if you can’t distract yourself by stomping the undeserving back into the dirt, then you might remember there’s a boot on your neck too. After all if you never learned or dared to fly and become greater than your circumstances, why should some “trash” get to, instead?
Every response here fucking nails it. Go choke on a bag of farts, OP.
I could bold all the responses, but just bolded the last bit, because damn. Hits so hard.
OP, I hope you are someday dirt-crushingly poor, and then you’ll learn.
"It’s funny, conservative assholes are always telling the poor to save or invest so they won’t be poor. But when they do so, when they actually try to get out, when they invest in the future or even the present, it’s motherfuckers like the original poster that are the first to stomp on them to try to keep them down."
You know what else is funny? When we dare to suggest that maybe investing in our greatest asset - people!! - would do more to solve the problem than investing in things, those same assholes act as if we’d just asked them to hand over all their money to Cthulu.
HOW DARE WE THINK THAT WE — AND EVERYONE ELSE — HAS THE RIGHT TO A QUALITY EDUCATION? HOW DARE WE SUGGEST THAT THAT MIGHT GO A MUCH LONGER WAY TO ELIMINATING POVERTY!
Autumn in South Korea
Ok so can I just say that last night when this Ailee thing broke, I was devastated. I was sure that there would be a fair proportion of international fandom shaming her and that the Korean public would condemn her outright as having got what was coming for her and ended her career right then and…
This is my first rant about this situation because i’m frustrated with people saying stuff before they even look further into things.
- For those of you who are still saying that everyone is boycotting because of the Ailee situation, you are wrong. Most of us are boycotting because we know how…
As a K-Pop fan, I find it unforgivable for AllKPop, a site that contributed greatly to the Hallyu Wave by giving international fans up-to-date news on our favorite K-Pop artists, would stoop incredibly low to use their popularity to defame such a talented artist.
Many Korean news sites and K-netizens have expressed their disgust for this kind of news to pop up, including Dispatch who has released a conversation to show that they declined such a tip (1). Idols like Jay Park and G-Dragon have unfollowed AKP’s Twitter respectively and other Hallyu websites are boycotting the site for this “news article”. (2)
With all of this in mind, we, the K-Pop fandom, can contribute to this boycott. Without the millions of us reading their articles every day, they would not be relevant. We are the ones who made AllKPop the source for Hallyu news and we can be the ones who can shut them down.
Reblog, repost and spread this all around Tumblr, Twitter and even AKP forums and let them know not to fuck around with the K-Pop fandom. Support Ailee during this ordeal as well, for no one should go through this kind of scandal.
How. How did you even.
for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge.
their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured.
how the fuck is this not taught in every single history class ever
girl pilots (◕‿◕✿)
girl pilots killing nazis ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* \(◕ヮ◕✿)/ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
But, remember, women never did anything in history.
I’m reblogging this again. Always reblogging. Always
Making me jealous will only push me away from you. It won’t make me want you more. I’m not very competitive, if see someone who’s making you alot happier than I am, I’ll back up because I’ll assume you want that person alot more. Although it’ll hurt seeing someone other than me make you happy, I’ll leave it to them to keep you entertained. I don’t like the feeling of being unwanted or being just second best. I’m a very jealous person and I hate it.