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rulemylife -> RE: "Happy Holidays Mateys!!"/Am I My Brother's Keeper? (12/21/2009 2:50:55 AM)
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ORIGINAL: TheHeretic
Where I run into the big glitch with welfare is when it puts people who aren't getting any assistance into direct competition with those who are. When subsidized rents in a community put decent housing out of reach for those who bust their ass for low wages, I'm not ok with that. The solution is NOT to put even more people on assistance.
I'm full of crazy ideas, though, so here is one. I'm interested in what you think. First, we reduce the TANF lifetime assistance restriction from 60 months to 36. Then we put in another tier below. At this level, a recipient must acknowledge they are incompetent to manage their own life, and sign paperwork to that effect. They get minimal housing. No more "two to a bedroom" Section 8 luxury, the standard will be four, just like it was when I shared an apartment bedroom with three brothers. Single participants get to stay in open bay dorms. This housing will be subject to weekly/random inspections and search. Drug testing will be mandatory. No clean urine, no benefits. Dependents not pulling down a "B" average will be removed from the home and placed in a state run remedial boarding school. Work will be assigned, with wages split between the administering authority to offset costs, and a personal account that the participant has highly restricted access to, even after leaving the program. Job training will focus on building a strong work ethic of showing up on time (very early in the morning!), meeting a tough quota, and learning to just deal with bad days.
Frankly, I think such an experience might provide the kick in the ass some people need.
Just a note. I'm talking welfare, not things like SSI or the various other disability programs. We need to understand the difference between people who can't, and people who won't.
Charles Dickens' A CHRISTMAS CAROL
This lunatic, in letting Scrooge's nephew out, had let two other people in.
They were portly gentlemen, pleasant to behold, and now stood, with their hats off, in Scrooge's office. They had books and papers in their hands, and bowed to him.
"Scrooge and Marley's, I believe," said one of the gentlemen, referring to his list. "Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr. Scrooge, or Mr. Marley?"
"Mr. Marley has been dead these seven years," Scrooge replied. "He died seven years ago, this very night."
"We have no doubt his liberality is well represented by his surviving partner," said the gentleman, presenting his credentials.
It certainly was; for they had been two kindred spirits. At the ominous word "liberality," Scrooge frowned, and shook his head, and handed the credentials back.
"At this festive season of the year, Mr. Scrooge," said the gentleman, taking up a pen, "it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision for the Poor and Destitute, who suffer greatly at the present time. Many thousands are in want of common necessaries; hundreds of thousands are in want of common comforts, sir."
"Are there no prisons?" asked Scrooge.
"Plenty of prisons," said the gentleman, laying down the pen again.
"And the Union workhouses?" demanded Scrooge. "Are they still in operation?"
"They are. Still," returned the gentleman, "I wish I could say they were not."
"The Treadmill and the Poor Law are in full vigour, then?" said Scrooge.
"Both very busy, sir."
"Oh! I was afraid, from what you said at first, that something had occurred to stop them in their useful course," said Scrooge. "I'm very glad to hear it."
"Under the impression that they scarcely furnish Christian cheer of mind or body to the multitude," returned the gentleman, "a few of us are endeavouring to raise a fund to buy the Poor some meat and drink and means of warmth. We choose this time, because it is a time, of all others, when Want is keenly felt, and Abundance rejoices. What shall I put you down for?"
"Nothing!" Scrooge replied.
"You wish to be anonymous?"
"I wish to be left alone," said Scrooge. "Since you ask me what I wish, gentlemen, that is my answer. I don't make merry myself at Christmas and I can't afford to make idle people merry. I help to support the establishments I have mentioned -- they cost enough; and those who are badly off must go there."
"Many can't go there; and many would rather die."
"If they would rather die," said Scrooge, "they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population. Besides -- excuse me -- I don't know that."
"But you might know it," observed the gentleman.
"It's not my business," Scrooge returned. "It's enough for a man to understand his own business, and not to interfere with other people's. Mine occupies me constantly. Good afternoon, gentlemen!"
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