I'm usually not a very "barf my beliefs on you" kind of person. In fact, I want to punchisize people who think it is their mission on Earth to make sure everyone hears and knows about their opinions and how their opinions should be my opinions. Political, religical, vacinical, or dietical... doesn't matter - shut up.
You think the president is a socialist? That's neat. Shut up.
You think through meditation you'll achieve enlightenment? Fantastic. Shut up.
You think that vaccines cause autism? Cool. Shut up.
You think killing animals to eat is wrong? Super. Shut up.
I'm not going to "spray" my opinion on you right now.
I'm going to bitch and it's going to be loud. Loud because I wanted to scream and beat the living shit out of someone for her blatant abuse of a system that's in place to help people who are struggling.
Sometimes people fall on hard times. Times that they didn't plan for and have no control over. When people fall on these hard times they usually aren't very vocal about it because they think it's embarassing. No one wants to call out to their friends and neighbors and say, "I'm financially dead and can't eat... I need your help". Sure, it sounds simple and you know that anyone with a soul would jump at the opportunity to help someone out in that manner.
See, I don't think the "village mentality" is dead. I just think that villages don't exist any longer because no one reaches out to each other, no one relies on each other, and trust among anyone but family is all but dead.
As a society we have decided that instead of individually helping the village out in times of need, we'll let the government create the village to help feed people who simply don't have the financial ability to feed themselves.
I'm talking about welfare.
Oh yeah, I said it and I'm going there. I'm going there because on one hand I'm ok with doing my duty and financially helping out my countrymen in their time of need. Right on the WIC website it says "...who are found to be at nutritional risk." I don't want people to starve in my country. But I will be damned if I keep my mouth shut when that countryman abuses me.
There are two types of nutritional risk: 1) not having enough to eat, 2) only eating the bad foods. Keep this in mind, cause we're going to bring it all back full circle in the end.
Why are my panties in such a bundle?
It's story time, so grab yourself some popcorn and get ready for this doosy.
I had just picked up my bestest friend's and their amazing daughter from the airport. They had been relaxing on the beaches of California and had just returned to the great state of Wisconsin. As you all know, when you get back from a longer vacation you're always torn. You don't want to come back to reality but at the same time - there's no place like home.
However, no matter what, the last thing you're thinking about when you get home is "what should I make for dinner". Knowing this, I wanted to make my besties dinner so they wouldn't have to worry about it, but didn't want to pre-cook anything because you never know what their in the mood for and the female side of the bestie is sometimes a vegetarian but not always. After discussing meal plans, I dropped them off and promptly went to the local grocer to pick up what I needed.
I wish I would have been walking around with a video camera that day. It must of been "movie cliche day" and our local Pick n' Save because the people watching was in full effect. They had every flavor of awesome person that I love watching. Here are my top 4:
- The "I wear makeup to the gym" lady.
These people never stop to astound me at how hard they try for something so basic like catching a few glances from wandering eyes. "I'm about to sweat my ass off in hopes to trim up a little... better make sure my foundation is evenly distributed." What in the actual hell? The bonus about being at the grocery store was that it was post-workout. So the mascara and foundation were ALL over the place. Still, they strut like they've got it.
- The inversely proportionate couple
I love seeing people in love, but there will always be those couples that make me do a double take. Some people's preferences just baffle me. While being a nice person goes a long way, I'm just not a firm believer that "his personality makes him attractive" works in all cases. (what a heartless bastard)
- The super angry businessman on the cell phone
This guy is angry. So angry that he's yelling into his phone so loud that there is a 10 meter radius of silence from everyone else as they behold the destruction this man is dumping on the poor bastard on the other end of the line. I often wonder if there is even someone connected on that call, or if he's just yelling into a dead cell phone to piss his dominance on others around him.
- The "I'm not on meth, I swear" person
Half of your face is melting off. That's not acne, that looks like a self-aware box cutter got mad at you one night because it found you cheating on it with a pair of scissors. You look like you caught a grenade... with your face - only, there is no war going on in WI right now, so unless you just freshly got back from active duty, I'm going to guess that your face is the result of a terrible batch of a terrible homemade drug in which you almost blew up your family trying to create.
I love these people. I love watching what they do and how they live. I love eavesdropping on them and trying to create a life story around them from the 5 seconds of conversation that I hear. (Well, except one meth-head screaming "GRANDMA! GRANDMA WHERE ARE YOU?!" I truly did wonder if the grandma was even there.)
So (back to the story now), I'm walking around the store completely baffled by the multitude of varieties of these people, picking up my ground beef and corn and I finally get to the checkout area.
(my amazing photoshop skills strike again)
Holy crap was the line forever and a day long. Live-aid just barfed all over this checkout area and I knew it was going to be about the same wait time as a TSA security checkpoint.
I settled in for the long staring contest I was about to have with Eva Longoria and Brad Pitt on the Star magazine cover (they always win).
As I was silently waiting to purchase my 6 items, I was slowly drawn to the lady in front of me and her son. This was a fascinating creature who's choice of foods was borderline deadly. Multiple bags of Doritos, popcorn, cookies, a giant cookie from the bakery, sodas, sodas, and more sodas. Sunny D (which might as well be soda), frozen pizzas, frozen ice cream, popsicles, processed american cheese, soda (there seriously had to be 96 cans of soda all told), a butt load of candy. Oh, and a package of mystery meat.
Either her and her son eat like titans, or there was a lot of family that was not accounted for.
This lady and her son get up to the checkout line and the cashier, dead to the world from the onslaught of the hoarde, started scanning the items like a factory working robot. Beep, boop, beep... bam. 10 minutes later of solid scanning the enourmous total from the junk food train pops up on the screen. I'm noesy so I look.
Your total will be $214.23
Wow, that is a lot of crappy food. Hey... maybe it's for a party - good on you for graduating... or... something. (I think the cookie said "Happy Birthday", somehow I was doubting it was anyone's birthday and they just wanted a giant ass cookie).
I heard the lady mumble something like "I'd like to buy a bic"... which was weird because last time I checked you don't get carded when buying pens... maybe "bics" are new cigarettes? Thankfully (and by thankfully I mean good that I'll get to hear it again), the cashier didn't hear it right either so she, in the proper way to have someone repeat themselves in Wisconsin, said, "mwh?"
So the lady (she looked like a #4, btw), repeats herself and says, "I'd like to put this on WIC".
Oh. Hell. No.
Sincerely, my dear lady, I must have misheard you. Because I know I did not just hear you say that your welfare check is going to be paying for this.
Sure as shit - that is exactly what I heard. The cashier has given up on life at this point and doesn't even say anything besides a slight jerk of the hand towards the machine in which my new ladyfriend #4 needed to swipe her WIC card. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am and just like that the grand total, after my ass paid for her junk food, came out to (drum roll): $7.12
Let's put some icing on this cake (the one I just paid for)
The remaining $7 will, unfortunately, have to be paid with her check card. Sorry I didn't cover everything. But then...
Now mind you, I'm already in shock because of this. I'm talking myself down from the vocally sacastic ledge of me cocking off and saying something like, "You're welcome" or "Since you helped yourself to my savings account, I'mma go ahead and have myself one of your delicious sodas"... no... bite your tongue, ShankRabbit... ok... so my tongue is bittena and I'm silent.
But then... she swipes her debit card and looks at the cashier and says, "how much over can I take out" - the cashier double takes as if non-verbally saying, "wait what the fu...", but verbally says, "$100".
AND THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT SHE GOT OUT OVER.
So wait... you can't pay for your food, but apparently you've got enough to just willy-nilly take out $100.
I almost hit her.
Almost. Hit. Her.
The system is broken. We're taking "nutritional risk" from one bucket and allowing people to put their children into the other bucket of "nutrutional risk". It makes me mad. Mad because she probably went home and fed all of her children really shitty food which makes them fat and lethargic, which makes them perform poorly as humans.
And knowing Wisconsin, that $100 probably went to the slots at Potowatami Casino - because if you gamble with your kid's health, you've gotta gamble with their money too.
I know I write jokingly 99% of the time - but this sincerely makes me sad.