Nobody is Pure

According to glibertarian standards:

This Salon piece
about well-educated 20- and 30-somethings buying organic and artisan
food from their Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program allotment has
been making the rounds; One Story Up’sMegan Cottrell hasmore over at
It’s been causing consternation in the usual circles, and while it’s
raised some compelling questions about why the cheap, shitty food that
the poor are apparently supposed to confine themselves to is actually
cheap (here’s a hint), I’d been looking for something brief and resonant to squeeze the matter into a ball, as it were. And fortunately, Reason came through.

One of the very angry commenters on their aggro-libertarian blog
mentions how when his daddy was the same age as the U of C grad above
(“this pathetic fuck is 31 years old”), he wasworking the land like a good solid American midwesterner. 640 acres, which is a lot. I was curious where it came from.

Turns out, according to the commenter,
the farm was built up over the generations, going back to the 1870s,
when… wait for it… it came from one of the federal government’s
biggest welfare-to-work programs in history, the Homestead Act.


5 thoughts on “Nobody is Pure

  1. That article, and the subsequent OMG HIPSTERS EAT GOOD FOOD ON OUR DIME freakout has been driving me berserk. Anybody who can eat well on food stamps, well, more fucking power to them, you know? Also, if you’ve got a decent Asian market anywhere near you, it’s pretty damn easy to eat very well, very cheaply. Like that yellow curry we were supposed to hate them for eating, just as an example.

  2. there are at least 3 pieces of this whole thing that piss me off.
    Don’t even get me started…

  3. Curry is cheap AWESOME food. Eggs, with salsa and sour cream and hash browns, are like a gift from god, cheap as fuck to make and nutritious as hell. But because they ain’t chikkin fingers or pot pie, they’re somehow suspect. It’s not about hipsters getting away with something, it’s about ignorance of food in general.
    I spent the first two years after college eating gourmet bagels every day. My friend Steve owned a bagel shop and he would give me the day-olds, five for a buck. I’m sure to the outside it looked fancy but to me it was five days of breakfast for one frigging dollar and when you’re selling plasma to pay the rent, that means a lot more than the approval of some smug fuckhole.

  4. unprocessed food is cheaper. a bag of beans goes farther than a can. the farmer’s market is a great buy.
    and i had better lunches at art school cause i was willing to try the closer GAY BAR, while everybody hiked to a shitty diner. of course when it was at the old location, i hiked to the mall to get my french mini baguette and salad. or popeye’s. when the biscuits really were good.
    life is good if you can cook.

  5. And if you spend food stamp money at places that don’t get all their stuff through layers of oligopoly distributors (especially farmers’ markets) the money goes into the pockets of producers rather than middlemen. Which was one of the original purposes of the program.

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