Wow......what a callous asshole
I lived it. I'm entitled to be callous. When I was little we were homeless. Before there was a social safety net. No medical care, food, housing, Toys for Tots programs. We lived on the street. A stranger, a man we didn't even know, reported us to the police and the court took me away. No hearing, no trial, just a judge who had no sympathy and no recourse even if he had. His order was that I would live with my aunt until my step dad could get a job and my parents could provide stable housing. It took them a year. Mostly because my step dad was not used to working and was resentful of the demands. Demands like showing up and actually doing something. My mother was angry that apartments charged rent. But, in all fairness to them, they did it. If I didn't have an aunt I would have gone to a volunteer family (no foster care program) probably through a Church system.
But that's not the kicker, the punch line. Years later, my parents owned their own home and drove a nice car. I had my own child, graduated law school (because I didn't want to be poor), my mother told me that those years on the street were the happiest in her life. It was a callous and cruel judge that ended all those good times. Had their been the same social safety net then that we have now, that kind of poverty would be comfortable. Instead of being a successful lawyer I would be second generation welfare. Instead of being a VP for a major company, my son would have been third generation welfare like the other men who are generationally welfare. They drift from girlfriend to girlfriend because those are the ones the government gives most of the goodies to.
Poverty is painful compared to living in a mansion on the golf course. It just isn't painful enough. It should be far, FAR more painful that it is, with real loss. Serious loss.
Do you think it's the government's job to give people the happiest times in their lives?