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My neighbor was robbed

An older gentlemen and his wife who live close to me were robbed last friday. They were out of town for a couple on a trip that lasted thursday through saturday.

Sometime while they were gone the front door was kicked in, the whole gun safe was stolen, and the thieves tried to steal a truck. But while in the process of moving the truck to load stuff in it, the thieves got the truck stuck in the yard.

It seems like people are no longer safe regardless of where they go. I figure that living in a rural area crime would be non-existent, but it is still here.

Thieves are like democrats. You work hard all your whole life, accumulate property, then someone kicks in your door and takes it from you. It it is not the democrats then it is the child support office, the irs or some other agency trying to take what you have worked hard for.

What do people have to do to live in peace and quiet?

Welfare roaches after a disaster

Kevin Felts, blogger and survivalistWhen you have 2 and 3 generations of a family on government benefits, people grow up “thinking” that is how they are supposed to live.

I know a certain family first hand, the mom has 5 or 6 kids, she does not work, and the dad makes barely above minimum wage. The family has been drawing food stamps for close to 20 years. One of the kids is in her mid 20s and works. Another girl is around 19 years old. Think about that. The 20 year old was raised on food stamps from birth all the way until she became an adult. And now, the 20 year is pregnant, has no education, and does not work.

The 19 year old claims she is bipolar and is disabled. Guess what, the government signed off on it, and she draws a monthly disability check. What the hell is that? How can someone capable of working able to draw disability?

With the Hurricane Katrina people at the shelter, I saw a lot of young pregnant ladies, whos baby daddy would not work. The mom and baby bring in food stamps and whatever else they can get, and the baby daddy is along for the ride.

I did some volunteer work at a evacuee shelter for some of those Hurricane Katrina people.

One lady walked in, sat down, was handed the application to fill out before she could stay at the shelter. She looked at the application, handed it back to the lady behind the desk (without a single line filled in), and said “I was in public housing in New Orleans, I want to sign up for public housing here and what about my food stamps.” I remember thinking to myself, “what the hell lady, you ever hear of this thing called a job?”.

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