So old post is old, but: Cynthia Davis, ladies and gentlemen.Those of you who like that sort of thing can take special note of the crucifix around her neck. I wonder if she wears it in tribute to the Roman system of capital punishment. Efficient, crucifixion was. Talk about a deterrent. One might even call it a motivator:
and other non-profits can do this at no cost to the taxpayerif it is warranted. […]Bigger governmental programs take away our connectedness to the human family, our brotherhood and our need for one another. […] Anyone under 18 can be eligible? Can’t they get a job during the summer by the time they are 16?Hunger can be a positive motivator.
What is wrong with the idea of getting a job so you can get better
meals? Tip: If you work for McDonald’s, they will feed you for free
during your break. […]It really is all about increasing
government spending, which means an increase in taxes for us to buy
more free lunches and breakfasts.
What a prize she is. Commenters for the win:
hippie Jesus, turning a few loaves of bread and a couple fishes in to
enough to feed thousands? Didn’t he know that hunger is a good
motivator and character builder? What a dirty commie scumbag!
You know, absolutely no one waxes philosophic about the benefits of hunger unless he’s presently in front of a full dinner plate. Catastrophically shitty things are only useful lessons later, when you have to make yourself laugh or look wise about stuff because otherwise it’s too awful to contemplate. Later, when the crisis is over, it’s all, “This was good for me,” as you’re picking up the pieces. If it wasn’t good for you, if it wasn’t a learning experience, it would just be you, busted and broken by bad fortune for no reason at all. We have to believe there’s a purpose in what happens to us, in that it gets us to the next thing, but let’s not for a moment pretend that makes it feel better at the time.
I wonder if anybody will offer to introduce Cynthia Davis to some of these children. Maybe then she can tell them to their faces about how their hunger should be used for capitalist inspiration. Is there anything on this planet more infuriating and tiresome than somebody else telling you, with a sickly smile and a pat on the head, what kind of lessons your personal apocalypse should be teaching you?