I'd like to share a couple anecdotal stories here. Now I know that the plural of anecdote is not data, but here they are nonetheless.
The first is our old neighbor. I'm guessing she's in her mid to late 30's. Has two kids. Unmarried, currently living with a new boyfriend. She's on just about every form of assistance out there. And brags about it. Section 8, food stamps, disability, and plain ol' welfare. As well as getting child support from her kids dad. Her "disability"? She has kidney failure, and is on dialysis. Well, that and she's morbidly obese. But she's easily able to move around, and climb the stairs to her second floor apartment. I mean, she *does* have to walk out to the mailboxes to collect all those assistance checks. But for some reason, she's not able to actually, you know, *WORK*. But it's not a problem for her to sit out on her porch all day, smoking cigarettes and yakking on the cell phone.
The other was for a call that I was on. We pulled up to an apartment complex that was about 75% section 8. Most of the cars were beaters, but about 10% were *really* nice. High end cars with all the bells and whistles. So we pull up to the apartment where the call was at. Walk in, and the first thing I notice is the lack of furniture. The only "real" furniture in this apartment is the kitchen table. Covered with junk. The couch? One of those folding camp couches. Coffee table? A board on a couple milk crates. So we head back towards where the patient is at (quick aside. Why is the patient ALWAYS in the room furthest away from the front door?) and the pattern continues. No beds, just mattresses on the floor. No dressers, clothes in piles on the mattresses. Now, on to the family that is living here. There's a baby mama, a baby daddy, and 6 (yes, SIX) kids running around the house. The oldest is maybe 7 years old, 2 are still in diapers. none are really dressed. All are dirty. And the patient? Pregnant with #7. Since it wasn't my patient, and the bedroom was pretty crowded between us and the fire guys, I decide to grab the equipment we're not using and take it back out to the living room. This is where the baby daddy and one of his buddies are having a discussion.... Well, kinda. One of them is busy playing video games on the 52 INCH FLAT SCREEN TV ON THE WALL. On the "coffee table" is just about every video game console. X-box, X-box 360, Wii, PS, PS2, PS3. . But no clothes for the kids, and no furniture.
Anyways, back to the discussion they were having. Gentleman #1 is telling Gentleman #2 about his financial troubles. How he may not be able to pay for the LOADED TO THE GILLS Cadillac Escalade that is parked out in front of their run down apartment. Rims, low profile tires, DVD system, GPS, etc.... How he's worried about them repoing his ride. And I'm trying really hard not to jump to conclusions, thinking maybe he's not the baby-daddy, but rather a friend that has come over to visit.
Well, he blew that right out of the water with these simple words. "Well, even with #7 on the way, welfare don't pay enough..." [to keep up on the payments for the Escalade]
So yeah. We need some kind of SERIOUS welfare reform. Because people like this, think that they can just keep mooching off society, being leeches. Well, its time to rip the leeches off.... Because they're bleedin' us dry!