Winston
Platinum Member
Should of, could of, would of--flippin useless ass phrases that mean nothing. Taxpayers are not paying to raise their children, they are paying to raise "our children". I don't see why that is so hard to understand. I mean your solution, cut benefits, sterilizing people--can you say Eugenics, like I said previously, you are a dinosaur. It is not a going to produce a good outcome.Again, taxpayers should not be paying her to raise her children. If she can't raise them, then she shouldn't have them. I would like a nice new 4 wheel drive truck so I can get a plow and do my parking lot and driveway. Why don't I have one? Because I can't afford it. Don't have things you can't afford. This is something any 8 year old can figure out.
I mean you Republicans often wax and wane about the "founders". About the brave and tenacious Americans that defeated the British and established this nation. Back then, a father that failed to provide for his children was ran out of town on a rail. But did they leave the mother to her own devices? Hell no, the community "adopted" those children and afforded them all the comforts they could.
My father passed away a few months ago. I miss him terribly. But he was a great man. He actively sought out those children of single mothers, those orphans, and took them under his wing, mentored them, and developed them. One particular family stands out. It was a murder suicide, father shot the mother, then committed suicide. Dad employed all three sons, bagboys at his grocery store. He mentored them, and today one of them owns a multi million dollar business, the rest are quite successful in their own right. But that is just one family. Almost every day I will meet someone and when they find out who my father was, they will immediately respect me. He developed more young men and women than I could ever hope to do. But I try.
And perhaps that is the thing. Could of, would of, should of, that was never part of his vocabulary. And while Mom might have told me that, Dad lived it. And now I am starting to get emotional, and should probably walk away from the keyboard. But Dad's Dad was five foot nothing dynamo that married a six foot tall woman of wealth. Raised a migrant farm worker he built a farm of hundreds of acres. Illiterate, but at least half that acreage was taken at the poker table. Dad did the same thing, married a woman of wealth, and in the end, controlled almost a thousand acres of prime farmland on the edge of the Blue Ridge Mountains.
The land is all gone now, mostly to Mexican immigrants that are willing to work it. And Mom, she is set. But in the end, one thing is very clear, you give to people what they need, you will receive whatever you desire. That is the lesson of my father, that is the theme of "Magnificent Obsession", and that is how I will live my life. We take care of those less fortunate than ourselves, period.