This article is the result of quite a bit of frustration on my part, resulting from all of the trouble and hard times that I go through everyday. My life, due to being disabled and not even having enough money to buy medical things that I need, clothes, or hardly anything else for that matter. As the article will point out, I have worked and or gone to school since the day I graduated from High School until the day I became disabled, and even after that. I have struggled for more years than the woman in the video (later in this article) can even imagine, yet she gets handed everything, from the government, on a silver platter so to speak, or at least it seems that way to me.
The definitions of the government programs are as I perceive these programs to be, from what I have seen and heard.
Social Security – The payment that is received every month once a person retires, at or after the age of 62. Payments have been made into this program by withdrawals being made every payday from the employee’s paycheck. There is usually medical insurance and retirement payments from the employer, where the employee is retiring. They also qualify to obtain Medicare and pay whatever co-pays are left, after their retirement insurance has paid first and Medicare has paid their part.
Supplemental Security Income – A payment that is usually made to someone that has been born with a defect that prevents them from being able to earn a living. Sometimes a payment is made from the Supplemental Security Income program to people that have become disabled later in life. This is true if the person is on what is called a PASS, Plan for Achieving Self Support, after having been re-trained, by Vocational Rehabilitation, to do something other than what they could do before they became disabled. While they are receiving the Supplemental Security Income payments, they also receive a Medicaid card. The Medicaid card pays ALL MEDICAL BILLS and PRESCRIPTIONS ARE ONLY $1. They automatically qualify for food stamps also.
Social Security Disability Income – When a person becomes disabled later in life, and they have worked at least three months in the past year, they are eligible to receive Social Security Disability Income. This is only after they have been off work for six months. During this time they do not have any medical insurance, and no money. They have to depend on family and friends for everything. After a period of two years, they qualify for Medicare to pay for many of their medical bills with leaving a 20% co-pay to be paid by the disabled person. When they qualify for Medicare Part D, they have to pay for the prescription insurance and co-pays an all of their prescriptions that are covered. If by chance a prescription is not covered, then they have to pay for the full amount of the prescription. If they are lucky, they may qualify for $10 in food stamps. At least that is what happened to me. I had to save my food stamps for two months to even be able to afford peanut butter, jelly and bread. What a laugh. Most disabled people, just by the nature of them being disabled, have more medical bills than the normal person does. Their money does not go very far at all. The disability is barely enough to pay for rent, utilities, some food, medical co-pays, prescription co-pays, medical supplies, and transportation. If there is enough left they can buy some clothes. It would be nice if they could receive just $1 in Supplemental Security Income and then they would get a Medicaid card and food stamps.
If by chance they are like I was, they worked too long and made too much money to qualify for any Supplemental Security Income and a Medicaid card. I worked from the time I graduated High School in 1970 and then graduated from Business College in 1971, up until I became disabled in 1989. I worked a full time job and a part time job for the last five years of that time. I lost both jobs on the same day. It took doctors from 1989 until 1993 to find the magical combination of medication to control my asthma attacks enough for me to go back to school. At the time I started attending the community college where I live, I was pulling oxygen tanks behind me and had to wear a medical face mask to be able to attend. The month that I started attending school, I found out that I was diabetic. I was still having asthma attacks, but not every 7-10 days like I had been doing for the last four years. I was only able to attend classes on a half time basis. This meant that I would have to attend classes for twice as long as most of the other students did.
I started attending the community college in May of 1993 and graduated, With Honors in May of 2000. I actually finished in December of 1999, but the graduation ceremonies weren’t until May of 2000. During the time that I was attending the community college I underwent eleven surgeries.
When I started attending the community college, I had planned on becoming a Registered Respiratory Therapist. I wanted to help people with breathing problems the same way that all of the respiratory care professionals helped me every time that I was rushed to the hospital or admitted for my breathing issues. However, in January of 1995, I ended up in a wheelchair and had to change my major. I had just been accepted into the respiratory care program. I was heartbroken. I chose computers. I didn’t think that there was any way possible to do respiratory care from a wheelchair. A person can do computers from a wheelchair. Once I ended up in a wheelchair, I had to start going to physical therapy in the pool at Cardinal Hill Rehabilitation Hospital. Medical appointments now took up more time than going to school did. I ended up in leg braces from up on my thighs clear under my feet. I had to trade in my car for a full sized van, as I could not steer my car correctly due to the braces hitting the steering wheel. Then I got to where I could no longer propel my wheelchair due to my orthopedic problems, I had to start using a scooter. This made it necessary for me to get someone to make a ramp to get my scooter in and out of my van. Luckily, this was during one of my surgeries, and my Mom and Pop were helping me while I was recuperating from it. My Pop made me a ramp for the van, a ramp to get into the patio in the back of my apartment, and a ramp to get into the apartment itself. I had paid $600 to have a ramp professionally built out the front of the apartment when I first moved in. Unfortunately that ramp was not wide enough for the scooter to make the turn into the front door of the apartment, so I was unable to use it. But I did not give up, I persevered.
My van needed some minor repairs on week, and I had to use the Red Cross Wheels Bus transportation. There were two very old buses that were still being used at the time. When the bus arrived to take me home from school, I was unlucky enough to get one of those buses. I had only had my scooter for less than six weeks. Unfortunately those older buses had shorter lifts than the newer buses did. Every time that I was on one of those buses I would have to very precariously place the front wheel of my scooter as close to the edge of the ramp as was possible without going off of the ramp. This had to be done very slowly and precisely. This particular day I was about one inch short. The bus driver told me to come forward very slowly. I barely touched the control switch to make the scooter move. As soon as I touched it, the scooter lurched forward and was hanging off of the front end of the ramp. The bus driver was hanging on to the front end of the scooter while trying to lower the lift and I was sitting back and leaning back as far as I could to try to make the scooter come backwards. By the grace of my gracious God, the driver and I were able to lower the lift, and the scooter with me on it, safely to the ground. I took the scooter the next day to the medical supply dealer where I had purchased it. They discovered that the potentiometer was malfunctioning and replaced it. Mine was the first one that had ever done that.
One day in September of 1997, when I was leaving school, I was about to push the scooter up into the van, but gave it a second thought. My abdomen was hurting from where I had had to have the first of my bladder surgeries, a few months earlier in April. I looked at the ramp leaning up against the back entrance to the van and looked at the scooter. After having pushed the scooter up into the van so many times, I knew that the ramp could handle the weight of the scooter and my weight also. It was at that moment that I decided to ride the scooter up into the van and duck my head as I was about to enter the van. Well, as I was saying that I could do it, gravity proved me wrong. The scooter and I both went rolling backwards down the ramp and the scooter and I ended up with me on my back looking up at the sky ant the back end of the scooter flat on the ground with the handle bar and controls pointing up to the sky as well. Luckily there were two men in the parking lot at the time. They were on different sides of the parking lot and both came running toward me. They both arrived at my side at the same time. They helped me up and asked me if I was hurt. I assured them that I wasn’t, and they proceeded to lift my scooter up into the van for me. After the scooter was safely in the van, they looked at each other and both agreed that they would have done the same thing. Once again, I did not give up, I persevered.
I called my Vocational Rehabilitation counselor when I arrived home and told her what had happened. She made arrangements to have a specialist in lifts, for scooters and wheelchairs, to look at my van the next day, and decide what would be the best route to go to alleviate the situation from happening again.
They were watching me push the scooter up into the van as it was starting to rain. I started slipping backwards with the scooter’s weight on the wet ramp. Everybody started grabbing me and the scooter to prevent another accident from happening right there in front of them. The decision was made to have a claw lift put in the back of the van. I took it to the installation business the next day and had the lift put in. They showed me how to secure the claw onto the T Bar under the seat of the scooter and gently push the scooter into the van as the lift was raising it up into the air. For whatever reason, the lift motor burned out in less than three months and another one had to be put in. They did some research and found out that the lift was not heavy duty enough for my scooter. Needless to say, the next lift was a heavy duty lift that was able to accommodate my scooter. Once again, I did not give up, I persevered.
After I graduated from the community college, I obtained a job working at Bank One in Lexington, Kentucky. My classes were done in December of 1999, and I started working in March of 2000. I graduated in May of 2000. Here is a picture of me at work one day.
During my employment I underwent seven surgeries. The most major one was the one where I received my artificial bladder. The second most major one was the artificial knee replacement of my left knee. Unfortunately after the seventh surgery, I lost my job.
I returned to work, after my seventh surgery, and went to sit down at my desk. My supervisor met me and told me not to sit down. She then went on to tell me that I no longer worked there, that I was too disabled to work and had to be absent for too many surgeries. They hired me because they needed somebody to work, nor somebody to be off so much for so many surgeries. And so my ability to work was proven to be an inability instead.
Up until that point I had always been able to say, very proudly, that I was not a quitter. I still do not consider myself a quitter, but I am obviously not employable due to my numerous medical issues.
My family and friends remind me all of the time that the SSDI that I receive is being paid for by them. I remind them that I worked up until I became disabled. Once my medical situation was brought under control. I went back to school, graduated WITH HONORS, got a job and started back to work. I tried as hard as I could. Unfortunately the work force deemed me to be too disabled, due to my numerous medical conditions and surgeries with the resulting absences, to be able to work. They informed me that I could no longer be depended on to be at work, that I was absent too much. Now I have to live with the constant reminder that other people pay for everything that I have. They tell me that I long ago exhausted any money that I contributed to the SSDI that I have been receiving. But I still try to persevere.
What aggravates me the most is that I have always fought to be able to keep going no matter what life has dealt me. But now I am no longer able to do that. The job force doesn’t want me anymore, because of something beyond my control. I have been deemed too disabled to work. And I cannot qualify for a Medicaid card to help with any of my medical expenses. Yes, I do have Medicare, but with all of my medical problems, I have so many medical bills that I am unable to pay the co-pays. And to know that a lazy butt person, like the one in the next section about WELFARE, can sit home on her lazy butt and keep popping out babies, so that the government will have to take care of them, just really aggravates me to the max. They get housing, food stamps and medical expenses, all paid for by the government. Maybe after reading the article and watching the video you will see why I am so aggravated about the whole thing. Hopefully, some day people like this lazy butt woman, will no longer be able to sit home having babies just to qualify for the government to take care of them for all of their sorry lazy butt lives. And yes, if you can’t tell, I am furious about the whole situation.
WELFARE – A payment that is not earned but is given to someone that has unexpectedly fallen on hard times. This payment is supposed to be for a limited amount of time. It was originally meant to help people to get back on their feet after an unexpected hardship, as in the loss of a job, or loss of a residence due to acts of God as they are called, like tornadoes, floods, hurricanes, earthquakes, or forest fires.
Even though this is what WELFARE started out to be, it is not what it has ended up being. Now days it is a way for lazy butt people to sit back and have one illegitimate baby after another. By having the babies they qualify for government assistance which includes money for shelter, food stamps, medical care paid in full for all of the children, and money to buy the clothes and such for the children.
I have heard these young women talking on the bus about getting pregnant again because their youngest baby is now 18 months old and the oldest one is 5 years old, and the oldest one’s WIC benefits are about to run out. They can receive WIC benefits for the child until they are five years old. Even after the child is five, they will still receive housing and food stamps due to the number of dependents in the family. So up until the last baby turns eighteen, these lazy butt baby producing women will be supported by the government.
There was even a story, in December of 2014, about a woman that is now 30 years old and has never worked a day in her life. From her picture you can tell that she has nice things. She is single, has four children and has been on WELFARE since the day she turned 18 years old and graduated from High School. She has on what appears to be very expensive jewelry, and has numerous tattoos (and tattoos are not cheap). She even states in the article that she has no intention of going to work. My question is, “If she can afford the nice clothes, the jewelry and the tattoos, then why can’t she work to pay for it?” “Why does the government continue to pay for all of her basic needs.” “Why haven’t the children been taken away from her and her lazy butt been made to work?”
She says that she doesn’t need to work because she gets a check from the government every month. She receives $780 in food stamps, $500 in tennant payments, WIC, and Medicaid – which means all of her medical bills are paid in full and prescriptions only cost $1 each. She has even sold her food stamps for cash.
The woman in this video did not say if she smoked or drank, and of course would never admit to doing drugs even if she did them everyday. If the people on WELFARE can afford to smoke, drink, and do drugs, then they don’t deserve to receive WELFARE. Working people have worked hard, just to have part of their money taken away from them for lazy butt people like her. She sees no need to work and therefore does not work. I don’t know, but she looks very able to work to me. I mean, look at my picture.
Even with all of my limitations, and numerous surgeries, I completed school and then found a job and went to work. I arrived at my interview on a scooter with leg braces, wrist braces, a back brace, and a medical face mask on my face. They still hired me. If I can do it, then a lazy butt, well able bodied person, like her should HAVE to work also. She should not be allowed to stay on government assistance and keep bringing illegitimate children into this society for the government to have to take care of them as well.
Anybody can slip up and have an unexpected pregnancy. If they have a second baby, then they should have to consent to sterilization, so they cannot bring any more children into this society, and the second baby should be taken away. They should not be allowed to keep having babies, just so that they can keep receiving WELFARE. They know that as long as they have a child under five years old they will receive WIC and other government assistance. After all, the government won’t let an innocent child suffer because of their irresponsible parents. Any babies after the first one should be taken away and awarded to someone that can afford them. The government needs to stop rewarding lazy butt women for sitting at home on their lazy butts just popping out one baby after another one for the government to have to take care of. That is not what WELFARE was intended to do.
I will not hesitate to say that if sterilization after the second baby and the second baby being taken away was made law, then there would not be so many illegitimate babies and resulting government assistance being paid out. The government would save a lot of money that way. My point is that something has to be done. The situation with all of these lazy butt women popping out one illegitimate baby after another, so that they can receive government assistance and stay home on their lazy butt and not work, has got to stop. I bet that if some kind of study was done, the results would be that most of the delinquency, lawlessness, and violence is being done by these illegitimate children that did not have a proper father figure or any kind of proper training in their one lazy butt parent environment. Thus the circle continues and even avalanches like a small snowball keeps getting bigger and bigger, until the final explosion happens. Well people, wake up, the explosion is happening now!!!!!
I believe this with all of my heart. I had to have drug tests to work for my money, why shouldn’t lazy butt people have to have drug tests to receive money too?
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This should be a law in all 50 states. If the working person has to pass drug tests to get and keep a job in order to earn their money, and part of their hard earned money is taken away to help unfortunate people and lazy butt people, then the freeloaders that spend the money, should have to pass drug tests also. They should have to have surprise tests too, just like the working person does. If they fail the test, then their benefits should stop. If children are involved, then the children should be taken away. Parents don’t need to do drugs when they have the responsibility of raising children.
I can’t imagine that I am the only person that feels the way that I do. We just have to find a way for this craziness, of just handing out money to lazy butt people, has to stop once and for all. I have a lot of disabled friends that have found jobs, so surely to goodness these able bodied people can find jobs too. I mean, look at my picture.
If I could find a job, with all of the things that I needed to have to work, they can too. I arrived at my interview on a scooter with leg braces, wrist braces, a back brace, and a medical face mask on my face. They still hired me. So tell me again why a perfectly able bodied person cannot find a job?
Let me know what you think in the comments below.