You Don’t Deserve The Chicken


Most of us could be at risk in a matter of weeks if not days. A job gets cut…a child gets sick…a car breaks down…a bill comes due…and suddenly you’re short the money for groceries with no available credit and no one to turn to. With so many of us are living paycheck to paycheck, slight shifts can have a huge impact on our lives and our ability to survive without some manner of assistance.

Yet even now…even with more Americans applying for food stamps or visiting food banks they use to donate to, losing their homes or having to adjust where they live to fit their new economic reality and cutting back on everything but the basics…even now the idea persists that hunger is what you get when you don’t do the right things and that poverty happens to those lazy people who deserve it.


I used to think that the trick to spinning economic policy was to make the masses believe in the possibility of there being a chicken in every pot.

But mayhap the actual trick is to make them believe that those with empty pots don’t deserve chicken…


6 thoughts on “You Don’t Deserve The Chicken

  1. The really sad part is, rebublicans believe the reason they don’t have a chicken or a pot is Blacks, Mexicans(illegal immigrants), gay people, unborn babies and democrats. if it wasn’t for all that, they would have it all!!!

  2. Now that Americans have to use credit cards to buy groceries (assuming they have even hav a card that’s not maxed out for which they are being charged 30% interest), I am curious what is going to happen in 4 months when all the news organizations do their annual “If Americans don’t start doing a whole lot more Christmas shopping, the whole economy is going to collapse” stories.

  3. The shitstorm is coming. Personally, I’m doing without just to do something I haven’t done in years – save money. Goddess knows, I should always have been putting something aside but it never happens that way. Something always comes up, something always breaks, or some part of the body decides its more important than my savings account.
    But times are what they are, banks are falling like leaves in October, businesses are shuttering up and my income may go with them.
    I’ve been making plans for the improbable and the impossible. Come what may, I hope I have enough to get myself to a secure place that isn’t under a freeway bridge. I’m too old to live like that.
    Maybe I could live like Dick Prenicke (that guy on PBS who lived 30 years in the Alaska wilderness) That I could do. If it ever got too much, well – bears need to eat too.
    Oh, and fuck Republicans – feed them to the bears first.

  4. I’ve been on welfare three times. (This is what happens when you are disabled, don’t drive, and have the misfortune of coming of age during the worst recession your local area had seen since the Depression.) I’ve said for years that being on welfare is harder work than working a full-time job, and I come from a place with a relatively functional bureaucracy run by civil servants who believe in (duh!)civil service, who actually want to and can help. And it’s still a nasty, exhausting, dehumanising grind.
    “Deserve” my ass…

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