This is the most important thing to understand: something that may seem innocent to you may be painful to others
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.
This is an important post.
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.
Thank you all for such good responses. Also, someone go tell “godlessatheist” he’s the kind of heartless twit that makes the rest of us godless atheists look bad.
There are a lot of people who criticize those who are on food stamps. They say the system is corrupt. They say that the people who use food stamps are just lazy and only buy junk. They also erroneously think that you can buy anything with EBT cards and they…
I was looking at ideas for costumes that would go around my wheelchair and I found all these! How cute are these kids!
A lot of the data that I’ve seen circulating on Autism Speaks’ spending is from the 2008 Annual Report or earlier, and I wanted something up-to-date for my upcoming protest. The problem is, this data is super hard to find because they very confusingly bury it in forms.
Therefore! Tonight I analyzed the FUCK out of the most recent Autism Speaks 990 non-profit tax exemption form thingy. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth, as I was forced to resort to mathematics, but I have prevailed! For lo, I have produced THIS, an up-to-date pie chart graph displaying the allocation of Autism Speaks’ budget.
As always, once you dig up the data, it speaks for itself.
(Image description to follow once my spoons regenerate)
[image description: pie-chart on Autism Speaks’ Budget (from their 990 Non-Profit Tax Exemption Form, 2010). In order from largest to smallest: Research (44%), Fundraising (22%), “Awareness” & Advertising (21%), Administrative Costs & Salaries (5%), Family Services (4%), and Other (4%).]
Since not everyone knows about Autism Speaks’ shittyness, one of the biggest criticisms laid against them is that they spend a disproportionate amount of money and energy on searching for a “cure” for Autism instead of helping out families in need. At the same time, they cast Autistic people as pitiable and messed up and needing “fixing”. This is a problem when a lot of Autistic people don’t feel like they have anything wrong with them (they are just different) and they don’t want to be cured, period. This chart reflects that critique pretty well.
rockstonicjuiicemagic said: Face it boggle, you messed up. You used the same ableist language people with psychological problems face all the time. You insinuated that this shit is a choice and that we can just choose to get better. NOT okay.
Depression is not a…
A thousand times YES.
To the post asking about a room full of mirrors
Very sorry for not being able to caption this, all the text is in the photo. But no spoons to hold words in my head while flipping back and forth between windows.