No, I Have No Sympathy

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I’m often accused of being heartless when I read media stories meant to tug at the heartstrings – stories about the nation’s poor, about hungry children, about stinking, miserable poverty that are meant to make me feel better about government spending yet more of my hard-earned tax dollars ostensibly to “help the poor.”

Why?

Because I have no sympathy. None. Sure, there are real stories of hardship out there, but frankly, I’ve been there and done that, so while I can empathize, what I usually see in these stories is parental FAIL, government FAIL and, to an extent, society FAIL. But I don’t see society FAIL in our failure to spend more money to provide more food for the destitute. I see society FAIL in preventing generational dependence on handouts, rather than fostering self-reliance and ingenuity.

When I first came to this country with my parents, we were destitute in a very real sense of the word.  We had a couple of suitcases, $300 in cash, and a $3000 debt we owed various organizations that helped us escape the Soviet Union. For the first few months, we lived in a one-bedroom apartment with my aunt and grandfather. My parents and I used the living room for a bedroom for the three of us. My aunt and grandpa slept in the “bedroom.” There was one bathroom for the five of us. I remember being so thrilled that it actually had toilet paper, because back in the USSR we used old newspaper to wipe. Toilet paper was cool!

Those first few weeks, I joined my grandfather on his excursions through Brooklyn, NY. He would walk the streets and look through people’s garbage to see if there was anything he could pick up. You’d be surprised what people threw out! I got toys, some books that helped me learn English and even some clothes!

Yeah… from other people’s trash.

After a few weeks, we moved into an apartment of our own a few blocks from my aunt and grandpa. It was small and infested with cockroaches. A lot of cockroaches. And no matter what the building did to exterminate, they were all over the place like the plague. They were on light switches when you tried to turn the lights on, in the sink, in the bathroom, in the shower, on my pillow and walls… everywhere. My parents had a room, as did I, and my dad got a menial job – yeah, even with his two Master’s degrees in engineering – to support us.

Furniture? Trash. It’s not like we actually brought anything with us! What we did bring that was worth anything was pretty much stolen by the customs “people” on the border. My dad found two frames for wooden armchairs in other people’s trash. He found wooden planks, which he placed on top of the chairs and cushions from other people’s garbage to place on top of the planks. We had some throws we brought with us from the USSR, so he put them on top of the old cushions, so we wouldn’t have to sit on them directly.

TV? Trash. My dad found a little 10-inch set, which he fixed (those Master’s degrees in engineering came in handy). It had rabbit ears, and sometimes, you had to wrap the things in foil in order to be able to see what was happening on that screen. That’s how I learned English. Watching cartoons on that little TV.

Food was always nutritious, even though we had nearly nothing to spend on it. I ate ice cubes instead of ice pops and ice cream. No candy. No soda. I didn’t even know what soda was until about a year after living in the United States! But we had chicken (it was the most inexpensive protein out there), cereal, milk, some juice, some fruit, vegetables, bread, milk, eggs and potatoes and rice. That’s it. Not an exciting menu, but it got us through each week. I didn’t starve, and I ate food that was good for me.

I wore pretty much the same clothes day after day. I had a couple of outfits. We saved the “nice” ones for school picture day. The other kids at school looked at me funny, because I didn’t change my clothes daily. The only thing I did change daily – a luxury back then – was the color of rubber bands in my pigtails. We found a few discarded items in others’ trash, so my mom washed them, and I wore those too. My clothes were always clean, even if they were washed in the sink with some soap by hand.

So yeah… I know stinking poverty. I’ve lived it. And when I see stories such as this atrocity in the Washington Post, I don’t look at my country and condemn it for not feeding the poor! I don’t look at the family in this story and think, “Look at me! I have all this stuff! I could give a little more!”

No. I read this story, and I see parental fail and societal fail for breeding generations of leeches, who have no desire or drive to care for themselves, but instead rely on handouts.

The lengthy article focuses on a new program to feed hungry kids in rural Tennessee.

The setting.

 First, schools became the country’s biggest soup kitchens, as free and reduced-price lunch programs expanded to include free breakfast, then free snacks and then free backpacks of canned goods sent home for weekends. Now those programs are extending into summer, even though classes stop, in order for children to have a dependable source of food. Some elementary school buildings stay open year-round so cafeterias can serve low-income students. High schools begin summer programs earlier to offer free breakfast.

How did government address this issue of child hunger? They threw more money at the problem. A record $15 billion annually to feed 21 million low-income children in the nation’s schools. And another $400 million to feed these kids over the summer funded by the U.S. Department of Agriculture. Governors came together to form a task force. Michelle Obama suggested items for a menu. Food banks opened thousands of summer cafes, and still only about 15 percent of eligible children received regular summer meals.

Why? Because they apparently couldn’t make it to the food. The food had to be brought to them.

And late last month came the newest iteration: a school bus retrofitted into a bread truck bouncing along a potholed road near the Blue Ridge Mountains. It parked in a valley of 30 single-wide trailers — some rotting in the sun, others swallowed by weeds and mosquitoes alongside the Nolichucky River. The driver opened his window and listened to the utter silence. “It feels like a ghost town,” he said.

[…]

So, earlier this year, a food bank in Tennessee came up with a plan to reverse the model. Instead of relying on children to find their own transportation to summer meal sites, it would bring food to children. The food bank bought four used school buses for $4,000 each and designed routes that snake through some of the most destitute land in the country, where poverty rates have almost doubled since 2009 and two-thirds of children qualify for free meals.

A very depressing setting in a rural community of trailers, where children must rely on government and food bank assistance to have access to food. Yes, it’s sad.

 A 5-year-old girl saw the dust trail of the bus and pedaled toward it on a red tricycle. Three teenage boys came barefoot in swimsuits. A young mother walked over from her trailer with an infant daughter in one arm and a lit cigarette in the other. “Any chance there will be leftover food for adults?” she asked.

It was almost 1 p.m. For some, this would be the first meal of the day. For others, the last.

Observation #1: Mom has money for cigarettes, but none to feed her infant.

My parents had both been smokers for years. Pretty much everyone in the former USSR was – they smoked and drank a lot to get through life, I guess. But somehow, my parents prioritized food over cigarettes and booze during those lean years.

On this day, what [the food bank worker] saw at the first stop was five siblings arriving in clothes still stained from the pizza sauce they had been served on the bus the day before. “Did you get a chance to change today?” Anderson asked one of them, a 10-year-old girl. “Into what?” she said.

Next, at the second stop, a 7-year-old whose parents were both at work arrived carrying his 1-year-old sister in nothing but a diaper, spoon-feeding her juice from the bottom of his fruit cocktail cup. “She can’t eat chunks yet,” he said.

At the third stop, a high school football player pleaded for extra milk; at the fourth, teenagers fired rifles at cans up the road; at the fifth, always the most crowded, kids, parents and dogs waited in the shade under the trailer park’s only tree.

“Finally!” one of them said as the bus pulled in. He was a 12-year-old boy, shirtless and muddy with half of a cigarette tucked behind his ear, and he barged onto the bus and grabbed his lunch. “Bologna again?” he asked, studying his sandwich.

Observation #2: Kids received pizza the previous day, so there’s enough variety in the meals to at least provide a somewhat varied menu. Kid bitches about “bologna again.” Kid is rude. Kid is an entitled little shit.

Kid smokes. Cigarettes are expensive.

OK, honestly, if the child was truly hungry, he would take what is given to him and eaten it without complaint. That’s what true hunger is. True hunger is not complaining about what is given. Given by taxpayers. Provided by people who care about the hungry. But apparently, the kid feels himself not only entitled to the free meal, but entitled to a variety of which he approves! Sorry, that’s a no-go.

The rest of the story focuses on one particular family, living in a trailer in the area.

At Cedar Grove, the first stop, all five Laughren siblings returned to their single-wide trailer, back into the vacuum of their summer. Their mother usually took the family’s only car to work, leaving the children stranded in the trailer park. Admission to the nearby swimming pool cost $3 per person and they only had $4.50 among them. The cable company had cut off their service, and they had already spent the morning watching a DVD of “Fast & Furious” twice.

I will withhold comment about the fact that no one living in stinking poverty – real, third-world stinking poverty has a VCR, let alone a DVD player or DVDs.  My parents didn’t even purchase their first VCR until we had been living in the US for more than seven years! But hey… first world problems.

The children aren’t “stranded” in the trailer park. The oldest one is 14 – old enough to clean up, make some dinner, take the others for a walk, mow lawns or babysit for extra cash, etc.  So can the 13 year old.

But no, there’s no dinner to be made. Why?

“I am so freaking bored,” said Courtney Laughren, 13, walking over to their refrigerator 21 hours before the school bus was scheduled to return. Inside she found leftover doughnuts, ketchup, hot sauce, milk and bread. “Desperation time,” she said, reaching for a half-eaten doughnut and closing the door.

[…]

For Taylor, 14, it meant stockpiling calories whenever food was available, ingesting enough processed sugar and salt to bring on a doctor’s lecture about obesity and early-onset diabetes, the most common risks of a food-stamp diet.

[…]

For Sarah, the 9-month-old baby, it meant sometimes being fed Mountain Dew out of the can after she finished her formula, a dose of caffeine that kept her up at night.

[…]

[Mom’s] $593 in monthly food stamps usually lasted the entire month. They ate chicken casserole and ground beef for dinner. But now, with school out, she was down to $73 in food stamps with 17 days left in the month. “Thank God for the bus,” she said, but even that solved their problems for only one meal a day.

[…]

 She walked into the kitchen, collected what items remained in the pantry and set them on the table for dinner. “Buffet’s ready,” she announced. The children ate corn chips, Doritos, bread, leftover doughnuts, Airheads candy and Dr Pepper.

[…]

Her food stamps could be used for cold food but not hot food, and the nearby grocery store sold pre-made sandwiches for half-price after 8 p.m. She loaded all five kids into the car and drove a mile to the supermarket. They chose three subs from a case that glowed under fluorescent lights. They shared two, mushing pieces of bread for the baby, and then Jennifer wrapped the third sandwich to take home.

“For breakfast,” she said, and they drove back to the trailer and went to bed.

Here’s what I see:

A mother who has now squirted out FIVE kids – with the first one at a mere 18 years old – with a low-paying job and apparently no father for a second source of income. FIVE children, with the last one having been born less than a year ago. I would guess that a box of condoms is less expensive than supporting yet another hungry mouth. But no. Apparently, it’s OK to keep pumping out babies you can’t afford, because the government will provide free lunches.

Donuts, candy, sodas, chips, pre-made sandwiches. This is what this woman feeds her children for dinner.

Pardon me, but with nearly $600 per month in food stamps, one could get the following, which would easily last the entire month or even longer. I will note that these products would be purchased at WalMart here in Arlington, VA, where food prices are ostensibly higher. But I needed an idea of how much could be purchased with $600, so I used this particular service as a comparison of how much I would need to spend to feed a family of six for a month, using fairly nutritious foods, and not crap.

Here is the entire grocery receipt from WalMart:

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As you can see, this is a grocery cart that includes everything from milk (powdered, but it’s milk) to juice, to easy-to-prepare meals, to canned veggies, rice, cereal, mashed potatoes, tuna fish and fruit snacks.

Ideal? Probably not.

But it’s more nutritious than donuts and chips, and much more filling. It requires some preparation, and it’s something the teenagers could easily prepare while mom is at work! But no… they would much rather sit around and watch DVDs.

Oh, and she has more than $130 left, which she could use for an occasional treat – dessert, pizza, whatever…

It can be done – with a little ingenuity and some help on the part of the children.

But no… the bus brings “free” food.

And it’s much easier to have “free food” brought to you than it is to make it work with what you have.

So what are we doing here?

Frankly, I don’t care if 1/1000th of a penny of my taxes goes to feed hungry kids. It’s not the amount. It’s what that tiny fraction of a penny is paying for. It’s paying for perpetual dependence. It’s paying for generations without a work ethic, the will or the ability to make do. It’s paying for someone who doesn’t see a problem with bringing five kids into this world without a proper job, knowing she would be unable to support them without government assistance.

And if the handouts continue, so will the generational dependence.

That’s what my tax dollars are paying for, and by all accounts, the problem is getting worse, not better!

My parents worked menial jobs, and they worked hard until they knew enough English to improve their lot. We moved to a better apartment – this one without roaches – but I still wore clothing from other people’s trash, and I still didn’t know what a donut was.

And guess what! We made it! Without dependence on the state, and without handouts.

So, no. I don’t like my tax dollars rewarding parental FAIL on this scale, and you shouldn’t either.

 

Gun Grabbing Nanny Bloomberg & MAIG At It Again

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Per the NYT:

The commercial is an unambiguous appeal to gun owners: a middle-aged hunter, rifle in hand, vows that he will fight to protect the Second Amendment.The commercial is an unambiguous appeal to gun owners: a middle-aged hunter, rifle in hand, vows that he will fight to protect the Second Amendment But in a sensible, father-of-the-house tone, he also urges voters to support comprehensive background checks, “so criminals and the dangerously mentally ill can’t buy guns.”

The man behind the advertisement is not known for his kinship with the gun crowd: Mayor Michael R. Bloomberg, the nation’s fiercest advocate of restrictions on firearms since the December rampage at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Conn.

Determined to persuade Congress to act in response to that shooting, Mr. Bloomberg on Monday will begin bankrolling a $12 million national advertising campaign that focuses on senators who he believes might be persuaded to support a pending package of federal regulations to curb gun violence. The ads, in 13 states, will blanket those senators’ districts during an Easter Congressional recess that is to be followed by debate over the legislation.

It goes without saying that authoritarian scumbags like Michael Bloomberg think they know better than we do. Given his propensity for going after large sodas and salt, there’s no level of micromanagement he won’t stoop to. On Meet The Press, to fellow anti-gun left-wing stool-pigeon David Gregory, he said:

“[W]hile I think we are going to win this [background checks], celebrating in advance isn’t the right thing to do. We’ve got to go out, we’ve got a lot of work ahead of us. … I don’t think we should give up on the assault weapons ban. But clearly, it is a more difficult issue for a lot of people. And I don’t know that that reflects the N.R.A.’s power. It may be just that people have different views about assault weapons than they do about background checks. … I think I have a responsibility, and I think you and all of your viewers have responsibilities, to try to make this country safer for our families and for each other. And if I can do that by spending some money and taking the NRA from being the only voice to being one of the voices, … then I think my money would be well spent … If 90% of the public want something, and their representatives vote against that, common sense says, they are going to have a price to pay for that.”

Bring it on. We’ll make it our business to punish you and your friends, Nanny.

Lars Christiansen On The Danish Experience With Socialism

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So, last Tuesday, I attended a very interesting lecture at the Heritage Foundation. It was given by a leading investment banker in Denmark, Lars Seier Christiansen. He is the founder of Saxo Bank. The bank still operates in Denmark, although Mr. Christiansen has since moved to Switzerland. More on that later. Yes, I know i should’ve posted this last week. I’m a blog slacker.

Morton Blackwell, one of the heroes of the fight at the Republican National Convention against Ben Ginsberg and the rest of Romney’s cronies, came out and gave a brief introduction of Lars, and told us that we were about to hear what socialism really does to a nation. He wasn’t kidding.

One of the first things Mr. Christiansen pointed out was that when you go so far as Denmark has down the path of socialism, it’s almost impossible to go back when so many become dependent on government handouts. Too many will be looking to get their ‘fair share’ of the loot, and will resist any real efforts to roll back the welfare state. He wryly obsetved that this was perhaps not the most friendly environment for an investment bank.

Next, he gave us a bit of background on his homeland of Denmark. It’s a monarchy, the oldest in Europe, with a standard Westminster-style parliament. If a party wins 2% or more, they are entitled to representation in the parliament. This creates a system where, much like many others of its type, minor parties can hold disproportionate power. There are eight parties that are represented in the parliament, so it is nearly always the case that a large coalition of parties is needed to build a majority. The worst news is that of these eight parties, only one could be described as right-wing in sense; the others express no interest in rolling back the welfare state at all.
Denmark had the highest taxes in the world, until recently being passed (barely) by Zimbabwe(!). The Danes also have the smallest private sector in the West, and one of the largest public sectors. Outstanding combination, no? As a consequence, even the most socialist politicians understand they need capitalists to generate revenue, but view them as very distasteful, sort of a regrettably necessary evil.
He also spoke about a very supervisory tone to Danish society. Hotlines where you can call and see if someone is cheating. Any payment above $1500 can’t be paid in cash. I am NOT making this up. Tax authorities wield exceedingly wide powers. For example, they can intern any kind of private property without court order,  and demand documents. This is not allowed to authorities imvestigating terrorism. Most Danes actually believe that anyone who is rich and successful cheated somehow. This is due in part to the makeup of the Danish parliament. It has almost no one with any appreciable amount of practical private sector experience. Many powerful goverment ministers are under 35, and very, very far left. Only 1.8 million of almost 6 million Danes are not dependent on the government. That’s staggering. And of course, everyone scraps for any entitlement they can get, due to the insane tax rates. Only 28,000 Danes make over a million krones ($150,000 or so). Massive envy and suspicion of these people.

Tax reform and government reform efforts are largely symbolic. “Tax reform” apparently means growing the PUBLIC sector. Six of the eight parties participated in this latest charade. The absolute furthest left party supports abolishing military and police and nationalizing the largest Danish companies, of which Maersk Shipping would be the most recognizable to Americans.

Politicians have walled themselves into having to promise more and more entitlements. Blue collar voters largely support “right” parties. This has all happened since 1960, when Denmark had a tax pressure lower than Switzerland, where Lars moved a few years ago, because of the insanely confiscatory and invasive Danish government. Since 1960, things have gone horribly wrong. No party has incentive to run on a small-government rollback platform,  so he doesn’t see how reforms will happen for a very,  very long time. They’re uncompetitive even with other socialist EU nations, due to high wages and lower productivity. Many young Danish people are leaving, and he figures they’re on the road to where Greece is now.

More fun facts: Property taxes average 3% of the full value of your home ANNUALLY. RIDICULOUS taxes across the board. Insane green taxes. Total tax pressure for upper middle class, he estimates at 80-85%. And he doesn’t see how it can be reformed, with everyone dependent on the government. He worries that we’re (the United States) headed in this direction. He emphasizes that it is NOT a system to emulate. He thinks it will collapse Europe-wide, bit by bit. Also, Euro politicians love the US going more socialist, so they can point it out when arguing against European pro-liberty advocates. He says we need to turn it around, before it’s too late. You can turn around freedom, but not democratic socialism. He believes it’s paramount to nurture free market values at home and in schools, and that may not be possible soon. He thinks European integration has been horrible due to mandates from Brussels, and erosion of national sovereignty, as evidenced by European politicians like van Rompuy.

So yeah, let’s not do that here. The man knows what he’s talking about.

Time to start making calls, people

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The Hill reports the usual suspects swine are trying to slip a high capacity magazine ban into the cybersecurity bill under the radar.

The authoritarian swine include Schumer, Feinstein, and NRA darling Kristen Gillibrand. In the wake of the horrific Aurora shooting last week, the opportunistic swine just couldn’t pass up their shot.

It’s time to call your Senators and tell them to vote down SA 2575, which would limit possession and transfer of magazines and other feeding devices to no more than 10 rounds. Do NOT allow these statist swine to erode your rights!

The vast majority of you have committed no crime with your high-capacity magazines. You have committed to crime with your semiautomatic weapons. But YOU will be the ones punished, while every thug will continue to purchase any magazine and other feeding device illegally and with virtual impunity.

Make those calls. Do it soon. Do it before they render the Second Amendment toothless.

Petty Socialist Tyranny

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One of my personal pet peeves is when politicians use government to try and dictate certain behavior or choices to the citizenry. For the most part, this is the province of the left. When it comes from the GOP, it takes the form of legislating morality to please the “frothing fundamentalist fruitcakes”, as Nicki calls them, or something to help the corporatist elitist types. As many of you may know, the socialist chumps known as the DC city government enacted a “fee” for the privilege of using a disposable plastic bag at a restaurant, grocery store or convenience store, in the amount of 5¢ per offending bag. Neighboring Montgomery County in the People’s Republic of Maryland decided this was a GREAT IDEA, and followed suit. I work in DC, so I avoid that tax at every turn. I’ll carry my Subway or Quizno’s sub back to the office in the paper wrapper, or just go elsewhere rather than pay it. Such a thing could never occur here in the Old Dominion, right? Even the most blue-bellied liberal nanny-stater legislator would know better than this, right?

Scott Surovell and "Toddy" Puller

A match made in Hell... Two worthless nanny-staters holding hands.

Wrong. I give you Scott Surovell (Douchebag-Mount Vernon), a trial lawyer, delegate, and ally/friend of the crone known as “Toddy” Puller, who until I recently moved, represented me in the Senate of Virginia. He’s based in the socialist enclave of Mount Vernon in northern Fairfax County, so he has no fear of defeat in a general election. This entity has gifted of us with HB 124, his latest and most egregious attempt (co-created with Joe Morrissey (Douchebag-Highland Springs) ) to shove this petty tyranny down our throats. Seriously? The best part? THE TAX IS 20¢. That’s right, citizens, 400% of the tax levied on the unfortunate victims of the DC and Monkey County governments. Surovell admits that he perhaps won’t get the full effect he’s looking, that it’ll be cut to 5¢ in committee. How magnanimous of you, you worthless, nosy, high-handed piece of socialist rubbish! I take it as a deadly personal insult that the likes of you befoul the state legislature of the Old Dominion! You are a DISGRACE!!! Someone with even a passing understanding of the proper province of government would understand that the tax code is to be used sparingly, and even then ONLY FOR REVENUE GENERATION, NOT LIMP-WRISTED LEFT-WING SOCIAL ENGINEERING!!! I realize the GOP won’t let this become law this session either, but every Republican is on notice: I and many other liberty-loving activists are watching. If ANY Republican delegate or senator votes for this garbage in committee or on the floor, we will work for your immediate defeat in 2013. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Surovell and his ilk are the enemy, in the purest, most visceral sense. They represent petty, pusillanimous grassroots tyranny, in the name of some “cause”, in this case defending the Chesapeake Bay. Hogwash. This clown and everyone like him deserve to have their feeding time at public troughs severely curtailed. And did I mention he’s a trial lawyer to boot? Here’s his blog. Commence fire.

Just say NO

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What IS it with this society? How did we go from a self-sufficient, independent, strong people to a bunch of mamby-pamby nanny statist asshats who are too insipidly weak to assert themselves and would prefer the nanny state to do it for them?

Case in point: Mother of two from California (where else?) who is too pathetically weak to tell her precious little punkins “NO!” when they begin to whine for the grease and salt offered by McDonalds.  She can’t stand listening to them beg and plead for Happy Meals, so what does she do? She brings a lawsuit!

A mother of two from Sacramento, Calif., says that McDonald’s uses toys as bait to induce her kids to clamor to go to McDonald’s and to develop a preference for nutritionally poor Happy Meals. With the help of the Center for Science in the Public Interest, today the mom, Monet Parham, is filing a class action lawsuit aimed at stopping McDonald’s use of toys to market directly to young children. The suit will be filed in California Superior Court in San Francisco shortly after the court opens for business Wednesday morning.

According to Parham, the main reason her six-year-old daughter, Maya, asks to go to McDonald’s is to get toys based on Barbie, i-Carly, Shrek, or Strawberry Shortcake. The food seems almost beside the point to the kids, says Parham, because the toy monopolizes the attention of Maya and her two-year-old sister Lauryn.

So here’s a clue, you tedious imbecile: TRY TURNING OFF THE DAMN TELEVISION AND SAYING “NO” EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE TO YOUR WHINING CROTCHFRUIT!

Seriously. What the hell have we become? This is a society of parents who sit their kids in front of the TV, pay no attention to what they watch, don’t spend any actual quality time with their children, and then wonder why they clamor for every stupid thing they see in commercials on the idiot box!

And then, instead of taking a little responsibility for their kids (because God and Goddess forbid they actually act like parents, instead of third-grade buddies), they bring suit against perfectly legitimate businesses for taking advantage of a marketing opportunity!

McDonald’s, while not healthy, is a viable alternative to a lot of working parents who don’t always have the time or money to afford more expensive, quick options.  Not saying it’s terrific food – it’s not. Last time I had it, I remember a distinct styrofoam-like taste. I don’t like it, and neither do my kids. As a matter of fact, the last time the Redhead had anything from McDonald’s he projectile hurled spectacularly into the kitchen sink!  But hey – many kids like it, and the toys are an added incentive for them to ask. It’s not poisonous. It’s not a killer. It’s food. Not great food, but food!  So why is it that this company should be prevented from marketing it to its primary demographic?

Because drooling crotchmonkeys like Monet Parham want their kids to eat right and be healthy without the inconvenience of having to do anything difficult about it, such as… you know… force the kids away from the boob tube and respond in the negative when they begin to whine for fast food.


“I am concerned about the health of my children and feel that McDonald’s should be a very limited part of their diet and their childhood experience,” Parham said. “But as other busy, working moms and dads know, we have to say ‘no’ to our young children so many times, and McDonald’s makes that so much harder to do. I object to the fact that McDonald’s is getting into my kids’ heads without my permission and actually changing what my kids want to eat.”

So get this… she wants her kids to eat healthy, but she doesn’t want to say “No,” to them, because it’s HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD!

Guess what, bitch!  Parenting is hard. It’s not an easy job that just anyone can do, even though the world’s biggest dipshits are currently spreading their seed and producing fuck trophies like it’s going out of style!  Parenting is difficult. It means taking responsibility for your children and telling them “NO,” when you feel their demands aren’t in their best interest. You’re their parent, not their goddamn friend!  Accept and deal with it!

You know, I’d be willing to bet that if this dildo ever actually bothered to turn off the TV, and spend a little time with her children, instead of allowing the commercials to dictate her kids’ wants and needs, it would make it a lot easier to resist fast food ads!  McDonald’s isn’t getting into her kids’ heads without permission. She’s GIVING them permission by allowing them to continuously watch television!

Get them out of the house. Buy them bikes, roller blades, a trampoline or simply go for a hike with them, or even play a game in the house, and I’ll bet their little faces won’t light up as much when they see a McDonald’s!

Where would we be

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Without the mindless psychotic statist shitbags of San Francisco?  I mean, whom would we have to ridicule about the infinite stupidity of making regulations on the baking of pot brownies? Where would we be without the brainless nitwits who elected Skeletor Pelosi?  And how could this nation possibly remain the cesspool of moronic douchebaggery without petty tyrants who want to ban the sale of pets.  That’s right.  Pets.

It’s not enough that San Francisco has a nearly $500 million budget deficit.  Their way of addressing said deficits is to punish businesses and make it more expensive and annoying to live in and visit the city, including schemes to raise the cost of medical technician certificates from $34 to
$145, increase prices for underground parking in Golden Gate Park, set and raise police department permit fees, increase fire department fees for high-rise inspections and raise fees for emergency medical services. 

Their latest brilliant plan to make it more unpalatable to live in their Nanny State utopia is to ban the sale of pets.  All pets except fish. Because only daft schmucks elected by some of the same nimrods who put Pelosi in office should be able to dictate what types of pets can be sold, and frankly who needs those damn pet stores for revenue anyway?

Sell a guinea pig, go to jail.

That’s the law under consideration by San Francisco’s Commission of Animal Control and Welfare. If the commission approves the ordinance at its meeting tonight, San Francisco could soon have what is believed to be the country’s first ban on the sale of all pets except fish.

That includes dogs, cats, hamsters, mice, rats, chinchillas, guinea pigs, birds, snakes, lizards and nearly every other critter, or, as the commission calls them, companion animals.

“People buy small animals all the time as an impulse buy, don’t know what they’re getting into, and the animals end up at the shelter and often are euthanized,” said commission Chairwoman Sally Stephens. “That’s what we’d like to stop.”

Hey, I’d like to stop contemptible dictatorial shitsacks like Sally from inserting her totalitarian dictates into the lives of those whom she serves. But we can’t all have what we want, can we?

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