my hardest task is begging

My hardest task is begging.

 

The hardest task for me is to go to my representatives and beg for our funding not to be cut, knowing that if my wish is granted it means someone else's program will suffer. 

The one thing that really starts me roaring, much to Cathy's chagrin, is when I hear that we must all sacrifice, and I know that a portion of our American People are held harmless and will never suffer one single moment.  A few days ago we sat with a woman who wept as she told us that her rent was going up and her grant was being cut.  Last month she only had forty dollars to spend on her personal needs.  This includes her bus pass, her tooth paste, her personal hygiene items, her clothes, and her telephone.  Forget any entertainment or hobbies.  She steals toilet paper from the building's public restrooms to save a few dollars.  When they rescued her from her last apartment and moved her into this assisted living facility, she was skin and bones.  At least she is eating regularly and beginning to take an interest in life once more.  But now she has a new problem.  Her old clothes don't fit.  She is not fat, make no mistake about that, but going from skin and bones to some flesh means buttons don't meet.  If this woman was a rare encounter it would be sad.  But we see this over and over.  Folks in their 90's scared because their money is about to run out and they have no idea what they'll do.  What a Hell of a way to end their lives.  So many of them were the backbone of this nation during our darkest times.  And we repay them by kicking them to the curb. 

So excuse me for getting worked up over the Ruling Classes "Free Pass" while really decent, fine people are ignored. 

 

Curious Carl