You know you don’t want to think about it, but let’s do, just to realize how well “others” are being taken care of.
I had a dear friend who was brutally murdered last year. They caught all the suspected perpetrators. Three had to be flown back here from the east coast (did they pay for it or did we?). They are staying in our local jail. They are receiving “three hots and a cot.” They are also receiving medical care, if needed.
Now they (the murderers, the rapists, the meth heads, the violent abusers, sex oftenders, etc. — well, you know, the “people” you read about in the paper who have violated someone) are being cared for at our expense. Furthermore, (there are) the ones on welfare, who were born into welfare, who become unwed pregnant teenagers, who choose to have more babies to get more free stuff.
What motivation does one need to have? Why bother? They are being taken care of, at our expense.
Who am I? Your local taxpayer who was once a young woman, living in an efficiency apartment, forging my way into the world, who once asked my parents to borrow some money when I was in between jobs. They refused — and it was OK. I made it. Many lessons I learned about being frugal, living by my wits, striving to thrive. I remember making around $12,500 that particular year, and I had to pay self-employment tax?
Is it our (taxpayers) job to keep poorly performing people and companies going forever, including the federal confiscation of bondholder investments (GM) given to the unions.
I’m tired of paying for everyone; we all are. The system does not make sense.
JACCI PERRY RYAN
Springdale