"Do to others as you would have them do to you. Unless they need money for food and rent. Then make them pass a urine drug screen first." --Jesus (Luke 6:31, GOP version)
I earned my money. All of it. That's how economics operates. By definition, the value of my work as a marketing consultant is exactly represented by my income and benefits. And this in turn exactly equals my societal value. My stay-at-home wife's societal value is then exactly represented by the portion of my income that I choose to spend on her. And likewise for my children.
So what is the value of someone with no income? Simple math people. Zero. People on welfare have no value to society, by definition. I don't make the rules, people. God does. And Adam Smith.
And yet we have a complicated, bureaucratic system for wresting my hard earned money from my hands (or my bank account, which is more of a numerical abstraction stored by electric charge on a machine, or maybe a network of machines? I don't know, I'm not an electrical engineer. What do you want from me?), in order to give it to lazy people with no jobs. I don't sit in my corner office every day visualizing branding strategies and drinking Scotch so that some welfare queen with her seven welfare queen babies can live high on the hog. But that $10 a day comes from the government extortion fees paid by real Americans like me.
Fine, if that's the way it has to be.. But I at least demand that my brutally earned tax dollars not go to supporting the dirty crack habit of shiftless lazy welfare scammers just so they can feel awesome all day with their awesome crack. And buy crack instead of feeding their welfare-loving offspring that I'm also paying for. Crack.
Which is why I demand the right to make people urinate in small plastic cups, before I bestow upon them a tiny fraction of my riches. If they won't submit to a degrading chemical test of their bodily fluids, then how will I know that my money is being well spent? And how will I feel like the god that I am, supporting valueless people out of the goodness of my taxes, if I can't make people jump through weird hoops to get food? Jesus was totally right.
