Handouts

Hello fans! Sorry I've been absent for so long but you must understand that it's far easier to put off your blog when it's not a class requirement. There hasn't been much news in my life since my last post. Well sort of... Kenny and I no longer live together. I've been staying with Emma and also couch crashing at my friend Tara's new place. I should probably give her a shout out at this point as well since she's one of the only real fans of my blog. (Hi Tara!) Anyways Let's get down to the nitty gritty topic of the day; handouts

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Recently I was riding along with my mother back to Duluth from her new house in Frederic. Oh by the way, if you ever get the chance to go to Frederic Wisconsin, take a pass. Anyways it's a good two hour car ride (one if I'm driving ^_^) and so we of course started up a lengthy conversation about all of our favorite topics; politics, religion, morality, civil rights, and drinking. Anyways during to civil rights portion of our talk we took a turn down the shit paved road of welfare and things like that. It was hardly a civil conversation and I'm sure had anyone else been in the car with us they would now consider us cynical asshole, but I'm willing to divulge a few of our mutual thoughts on the subject, on my blog here anyways.


You see, when I was a kid growing up my mom and I were not very rich folks. I wouldn't say that we lived in poverty, but we bordered it occasionally. Don't let the medical field fool you guys, most nurses don't make shit. Anyways we agreed that despite our financial stress we always found ways to have a really good time. The time we spent together we went to the beach or to a park or on a hike to lost creek falls (which is still fucking hard to find) and the time I spent alone I was exploring the woods, playing with friends (some of which had plenty of money) or reading. I also had/have a badass Lego collection.


Anyways we were always fully aware of those people that bleed the system. I understand that as taxpayers we accept that there are people who are too sick to support themselves and therefor the burden of care falls vicariously onto our shoulders. Now personally I don't really think I should be responsible for the care of the sick, or rather, I feel like EVERYONE deserves free healthcare, not just the people that were born to need it. If I knew my tax dollars payed for every kids broken arm or a person who couldn't afford a heart transplant. That's not the way things are, sadly.


Instead of a health care system which promotes quality of life to all, we have one that provides quality of life to those who can afford it. The rest of us can either become disabled somehow, avoid injury any sickness, or just straight up fuck the system. I don't think I should have to see someone who ate their way into diabetes get a check from the government every month. That disease has several cures. NOT FUCKING EATING would be one of them. Or people that have some sort of physical injury on the job and claim that they're bodies are forever unable to perform duties simple enough to hold down a job, yet they go ahead and spend their fucking disability check on a god damn gym membership.


Fhew! Sorry, I got a little heated there. Sorry about that and yes, there was a point to that rant. Towards the end of my conversation with my mother about this topic (and I know what you're thinking right now so yes, she got this pissed too) we came to the conclusion that we always had and will have the opportunity to become "disabled" so that we can jump on the disability train. We always have the option of packing in 4 big macs every day and sitting on the couch until our asses bleed. We won't however, because we're the kind of people that accept financial instability for the sake of being able to walk out the front door with confidence. We like to be outside, and travel, even if it is only to the end of the block. I like to run, bike, ski, swim, hike, kick, jump, play the Wii (totally counts), and Julie wouldn't have it any other way either.


Bitch at me for profiling if you want, but you can't tell me you haven't seen a pudger on a rascal and wondered how they worked hard enough to afford it. Glandular problem my fucking ass.


Have a nice day. :)