Reparations=Welfare

Is the welfare system a JUST and EQUITABLE social service, or is it merely a FRONT?

I was watching the Glenn Beck show, against my better judgement, may I add, and was treated to an interview with my teen-aged fantasy rocker, good ol' Ted "The Nuge" Nugent in all his wild game eating, firearms a-blazin' glory. If he had come out wrapped in Old Glory itself, I couldn't have been any more thrilled! His politics aside, I was happy to find myself in agreement with him on the subject of Welfare reform.

Having never allowed myself to fall into the trap of long-term unemployment, and likewise being an able-bodied person of excellent mental capacities, I cringe at the number of folks still sucking the teat of Welfare, the ever-present "Mother" in Motherland. She is the wetnurse of America, the surrogate to self-reliance, the dolemaster to the disaffected, the lazy, the schemers and the grifters of America's yellow underbelly. Naturally, there are those whose need for temporary support will always be met, and those whose justifications are wholesome and righteous. But, in truth, the system is so riddles with cracks and holes, that any person willing to relax his/her morals and self-respect can easily accomodate in their mind the series of steps required to become a welfare recipient. Become addicted to drugs, claim a mental dysfunction that precludes contact with other citizens, bear so many children by fathers unknown that the cost of childcare is prohibitive...not too hard for the imagintive.

A program I watched on the hot-button topic of Reparations gave reasons and arguments from both sides of the issue, and some were well thought out, while others were pipe dreams and pure silliness. Neither side was terribly convincing in its reasonings, as I had already made up my mind that the issue had already been decided with the advent of Welfare. Its origins may have been glazed with the frosting of charity for the lost and forlorn of society, but the biggest bite was taken by the African Americans when it was realized that, as disaffected as they were, not being able to find decent work to their liking, that the sugar-tit had been drawn out quietly for their suckling!

And while it is not called as such, Welfare IS a free ride, a solvent to the hard starch of Labor, of contribution to Society, one that has caused a feeling of entitlement amongst a large population of African Americans.

How many hard-working Americans have grimaced in disbelief at a Brother ridin' high in his Whip, sportin' Dubs, flashin' Bling, draped in D&G, Diddy at an ear-splitting, bowel-loosening volume and wondered where the money came from, when the same Bro' parks that machine in front of a tenement house, where dirty, near-naked, snot-covered children bound up and down the porch?

Yes, I am being prejudiced. But I see it too often. I drive past the slums on my way to the job I hate, where I work day in and day out for my paycheck, in my used car, in threadbare workclothes. I hate your obvious sneers, your got-away-with-it-Whitey glares.

Fuck it, where's the Welfare line?