On Elitism: "Oh the Humanity" on Aisle 6
There are times like this when judging a book by its covers on Aisle 6 may be a really BAD idea...
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She
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Can't believe what you're looking at.
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Can't comprehend what she's looking at.
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Are dressed like hell, but with plaid shorts.
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Is dressed in plus-sized sleepover clothes.
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Smell of citric acid, overstrong tea, and vinegar. |
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Smells of bad hygiene and poor dietary choices. |
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Has a t-shirt stained with dirt from the power-washer. |
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Has a kid who's clothes are stained with dirt from the floor. |
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Look like the Unabomber
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Look like she got her kid from the Unibomber
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Have damp mocassins
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Has damp cheeks
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Are trying desperately to find your wife's choice of schmancy organic bread before planning out your JuCo history essay-grading schema. |
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Is trying desperately to convince an acquaintance from high school that she's attending "that community college downtown." |
Now, don't get me wrong. This gal is paying for her sugary metabolic disaster products with an Electronics Benefit card paid for by my tax money. And perhaps, since I'm going to be paying for her diabetes with my tax money, too, I might be excused for a tiny moment of wishing to provide a short Colloquium on "Nutrition 101."
But it's not like I was demonstrating any hint of personal virtues, either...
Back in the "Golden Age," I
Back in the "Golden Age," I lived in Arkansas for a bit. While I was there, desperate for an income because my college degree basically meant I could not get work just about ANYWHERE, I pulled a stint working at a local supermarket.
What amazed me was the number of people that would use their food stamps to buy stacks of frozen pizza's, 2 liter bottles of sugary drinks, boxes of frozen burritos, ice cream, twinkies and other equally nutritious delights. I can remember actually being angry when I would see some tub of lard pull in there, with her half-dozen neanderthal children in tow, all of THEM overweight, and pile on a ton of food stuffs I would feel bad about feeding a hog. Yes, Broomhilda, there ARE meats you can buy that are not smothered in artificial cheese, soaking in tomato sauce and plastered on a flap of dough.
Then, of course, out would come the food stamps, all the while she would bitch about how little food stamps were buying these days.
During that time I also had to use food stamps for a while. Since I have the wherewithal to use a stove and burners to actually COOK things, we basically ate very well indeed. We were only down enough to use food stamps for a short time, but it did teach me a couple of things. Namely, you cannot criticize somebody just because they fall on hard times, but, at the same time you can criticize people for taking from the public dole, buying BULLSHIT with it, and then complaining about how little they have.
Nihil est ad omnia parte beatum.
See and here I was ready to
See and here I was ready to fix this and Phel beat me to it. I kind of like that. Thanks!
As for Happycrow, what's with the personal attacks? I can't help but feel that unibomber comment was directed at me. :P
Happycrow, I took the
Happycrow,
I took the liberty of fixing your post only because I ran into a similar problem posting a picture that was larger than 400 pixels.
The site has a sensitive digestive system when it comes to that.
You may want to go in and change the title because I realized later that I had not remembered what the original title was....sorry.
Nihil est ad omnia parte beatum.
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