Open Comments – Open Letter

Found this over the weekend – an open letter to a welfare recipient:

You asked, if I were offered a million dollars, would I walk away from it. You’re getting free money, you argued, so there is no reason you should you walk away from it.

I was surprised neither of the radio hosts asked you about whether or not it matters where the money comes from. There was no discussion about the difference between receiving a gift from the proper owner and getting stolen goods.
I would gladly accept such a gift and immediately use it to start a business, go to school, or send my kids to a good school. Or I would save it as an emergency/retirement fund and keep working. But if that money was only given on the condition that I simply spend it to live in a dinky home, not work, and get high all day—I would recognize it as toxic. I would recognize the giver as a killer.
Your reference to sitting around getting high all day is a hint as to how you are being degraded and destroyed. I’m not saying that marijuana use by itself is always fatal. That’s not my point. My point is that sloth is fatal. You are becoming a warped version of a human being. You are meant to be productive and inventive and most of that has been sucked from you. Eventually it will all be gone forever.
Remember, no one is giving you that money because they care about you. You’re just a state hostage so that politicians can shame us for wanting to end “welfare.”
You speak of people like me “preaching morality.” I’m sorry you view it that way. I think God made you great and wants you to be greater. He made you to be a ruler, not a slave. He wants you to take dominion over your part of the world.

Instead, you’ve accepted a jail cell because, for now, it is comfortable and easy.

I said there are strings attached, but that isn’t string. More like barbed wire.

And it is tightly wrapped around your mind and soul.

Stress Therapy


Along with my crochet and embroidery, I have discovered that coloring with markers really helps bring my stress level down. When my eyes are too tired for embroidery, I pick up my book and open my large container of markers and go to town until the urge to slap somebody severely subsides.

BTW – Sharpie brand markers don’t leave “brush strokes,” unlike the cheaper school kid markers. Sometimes you want the strokes to show, other times not. I’m learning….

Now I get to send these to Sunshine. I like sending her stuff in the mail. When I was little, I remember how excited I was to receive anything in the mail, like the big folks.

PS: The colors didn’t scan in nearly as vividly as they are on paper. /sigh