The commercial I saw today amazed me. Here was Montel Williams advertising/hawing a company showing a mom with a child, also African American to use this system if you need money before you get paid. He's rich! I'm sure the people were models, but how does he do this commercial? If people can't make it through a pay day, how does it help to have to pay that company and extra twenty per hundred on each pay day. No, I don't know the exact amount they charge, but why would he do that? Will young single African American moms who love and believe Montel run to this new way of banking, aka pay day loans? Well not so new. Many knows these types years ago as loan sharks and I know it really doesn't have anything to do with color, it has to do with being desperate. Montel is this your character?
Showing posts with label poverty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poverty. Show all posts
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Prison or Poverty ?
Do you believe most prisoners belong where they are and deserve how they live or exist in prisons? Personally it's is an individual thing since DNA has become a very important factor. But when a crime is proven, they absolutely belong where they are, in my opinion of course.
Today I read a bit of an article about how unfair it is in prison. Well if so, they stay away from crimes. Be a good citizen and stop your whining! Man or woman enough to do the crime ? Now it's time to pay up you loser you. But oh wah, wah. Suddenly you are being treated unfairly and call it cruel and unusual punishment. Too bad you didn't think about that when, just before you decided to mug an old lady, or rape a defenseless woman or man.
Crimes take thinking beforehand. Very few are just a sudden thought and even that doesn't excuse you. So now you poor sad person. You have television, computer used, a library, a gym, basketball, medical, dental, clothes, haircuts, free meals, an EDUCATION, college degree, and if you have health issues with diet specific issues or religious, you get fed accordingly. BULL CRAP!!! The Citizens of the United States are still your victims because we are now paying to house you. On top of that you get free access to lawyers!
Cruel and unusual punishment? I'll tell you what's cruel and unusual punishments beside all of the victims of your crimes, it's people who live in poverty mainly because of crime in these United states. Look at the paper trail of crime and what it cost. That money could be helping those who really need it. Instead we pay to support the DEA, any and all programs for Alcohol rehab, Firearms bought and sold illegally, Pimps and prostitution, teens having babies, illegal immigrants. Those people, illegal immigrants at least most of them cross the borders to try to have a job of any kind, to live a better life for themselves and families. No excuse, but a reason.
See families here on welfare because they have too many kids and parts of welfare should be cut off, but then look at Welfare and men and women who have lost their jobs, give them more. Welfare recipients should be drug tested. Its a cycle. People in prisons continue to commit crimes, receive disability, steak from dead people, get retirement and unemployment.
When is our government going to put their big feet down?
Today I read a bit of an article about how unfair it is in prison. Well if so, they stay away from crimes. Be a good citizen and stop your whining! Man or woman enough to do the crime ? Now it's time to pay up you loser you. But oh wah, wah. Suddenly you are being treated unfairly and call it cruel and unusual punishment. Too bad you didn't think about that when, just before you decided to mug an old lady, or rape a defenseless woman or man.
Crimes take thinking beforehand. Very few are just a sudden thought and even that doesn't excuse you. So now you poor sad person. You have television, computer used, a library, a gym, basketball, medical, dental, clothes, haircuts, free meals, an EDUCATION, college degree, and if you have health issues with diet specific issues or religious, you get fed accordingly. BULL CRAP!!! The Citizens of the United States are still your victims because we are now paying to house you. On top of that you get free access to lawyers!
Cruel and unusual punishment? I'll tell you what's cruel and unusual punishments beside all of the victims of your crimes, it's people who live in poverty mainly because of crime in these United states. Look at the paper trail of crime and what it cost. That money could be helping those who really need it. Instead we pay to support the DEA, any and all programs for Alcohol rehab, Firearms bought and sold illegally, Pimps and prostitution, teens having babies, illegal immigrants. Those people, illegal immigrants at least most of them cross the borders to try to have a job of any kind, to live a better life for themselves and families. No excuse, but a reason.
See families here on welfare because they have too many kids and parts of welfare should be cut off, but then look at Welfare and men and women who have lost their jobs, give them more. Welfare recipients should be drug tested. Its a cycle. People in prisons continue to commit crimes, receive disability, steak from dead people, get retirement and unemployment.
When is our government going to put their big feet down?
Saturday, March 9, 2013
77 yrs.old, No Meds, 45.Co-Pay
As I walked over to the Deli isle to pick up spinach flat bread, A womans' voice said, "I never thought I'd see you here". I joked very little and said me too, usually I come early mid week so I don't see anyone. She said she was sorry. Oh crapola I thought, I didn't mean to hurt her feelings and in turn I apologized and said well, I'm off. I like to get in, shop quickly and out. But guilt set in and I made a mental note to be nicer next time I see her.
As I'm leaving there she was again next to me. This time I slowed down. I would see her at my local post office from time to time walking with a walker. Today she had a cane. I asked on the way out, so are you feeling better using a cane? Then it came, rushing as if a flood. "No", she said, "my walker broke and I can't get another one yet because I need to go to the doctor but I can't afford the forty-five dollar co-pay."
Oh Crapola again. She went on, "I'm seventy-seven years old and my husband died five years ago, so my daughter helps by paying rent but not much and I still don't have money." We finally got out of the store and I asked her a few questions about , would she sit down with someone who could work out a plan so she wouldn't have to go without meds and doctor visits. She wouldn't. She told me, I'll see you at the post office and my address is---- so now you know where I live. I just said okay, thanks.
I watched her walk off to her vehicle and thought well at least she can drive and afford that to give her some freedom. But I got in my car and thought about her giving me her address. Why would she--- oh, okay, she wanted to stop in and visit-maybe? That wasn't like me and I knew I wouldn't, but I did know that soon, I could put some money in an envelope and leave it for her at the post office. I know that wasn't her reason for telling me. Sometimes ya just have to vent and only want an ear, someone to understand and know that just because
your venting doesn't mean you want something for nothing. Old people and kids are the loneliest people. Sometimes people think old people just want to be left alone, and many do and sometimes people think, how can a kid be lonely? Walk in their shoes and you'll know why.
I rode home thinking long and hard about her and how fortunate I am. I know doctors have to be paid and maybe her doctor doesn't know her situation, but people can make payment plans, yet, how do you even do that if you just don't have the money. I remember her one small bags of groceries, her look of helplessness and the sign at the check-out asking for food bank donations. I make it my business each time to tack five bucks on, but usually if the cashier asks, or I just don't think about it.
People might look at her and think, wow this lady sure has enough to eat, but I know how poverty is. I came from a large family and we all ate well every day and we even had apples and oranges, but that didn't mean my parents never made those big pot meals to stretch the budget. About three times a week we had, a pot of pea soup with either potatoes or sliced hot dogs in it, loads of bread and butter, then we'd have pizza sandwiches, very filling and of course some chicken or mac and baked cheese. I still love Pea soup. Whew! Just think about that makes me want to go to the local convenience store and buy two containers of mac n cheese, and then, I think about that forty-five dollar co-pay. There but for the Grace of God go I.
As I'm leaving there she was again next to me. This time I slowed down. I would see her at my local post office from time to time walking with a walker. Today she had a cane. I asked on the way out, so are you feeling better using a cane? Then it came, rushing as if a flood. "No", she said, "my walker broke and I can't get another one yet because I need to go to the doctor but I can't afford the forty-five dollar co-pay."
Oh Crapola again. She went on, "I'm seventy-seven years old and my husband died five years ago, so my daughter helps by paying rent but not much and I still don't have money." We finally got out of the store and I asked her a few questions about , would she sit down with someone who could work out a plan so she wouldn't have to go without meds and doctor visits. She wouldn't. She told me, I'll see you at the post office and my address is---- so now you know where I live. I just said okay, thanks.
I watched her walk off to her vehicle and thought well at least she can drive and afford that to give her some freedom. But I got in my car and thought about her giving me her address. Why would she--- oh, okay, she wanted to stop in and visit-maybe? That wasn't like me and I knew I wouldn't, but I did know that soon, I could put some money in an envelope and leave it for her at the post office. I know that wasn't her reason for telling me. Sometimes ya just have to vent and only want an ear, someone to understand and know that just because
your venting doesn't mean you want something for nothing. Old people and kids are the loneliest people. Sometimes people think old people just want to be left alone, and many do and sometimes people think, how can a kid be lonely? Walk in their shoes and you'll know why.
I rode home thinking long and hard about her and how fortunate I am. I know doctors have to be paid and maybe her doctor doesn't know her situation, but people can make payment plans, yet, how do you even do that if you just don't have the money. I remember her one small bags of groceries, her look of helplessness and the sign at the check-out asking for food bank donations. I make it my business each time to tack five bucks on, but usually if the cashier asks, or I just don't think about it.
People might look at her and think, wow this lady sure has enough to eat, but I know how poverty is. I came from a large family and we all ate well every day and we even had apples and oranges, but that didn't mean my parents never made those big pot meals to stretch the budget. About three times a week we had, a pot of pea soup with either potatoes or sliced hot dogs in it, loads of bread and butter, then we'd have pizza sandwiches, very filling and of course some chicken or mac and baked cheese. I still love Pea soup. Whew! Just think about that makes me want to go to the local convenience store and buy two containers of mac n cheese, and then, I think about that forty-five dollar co-pay. There but for the Grace of God go I.
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