I consider myself as relatively well-read and possessing a decent grasp of the English language, but I still cannot put to words the feeling you get from working at the grocery for minimum wage and seeing exactly what these creatures, these oxygen thieves, these retarded orbs of flesh and grease with their fish-headed screaming children are loading their carts up with and buying with EBT. There is an existential and all consuming dread that comes from having to explain to the five hundredth tweaker or the seven hundredth obese Mexican family that yes, the cold food at the deli works with EBT.
That feeling of soul-wrenching disquiet is when you realize that in some small way, you are paying for these slobs to continue their existence for literally no reason. They provide nothing, they take everything, and like a single grain of rice in a fifty pound bag your tax dollars are responsible for the horrors you see before you.
The slop I have seen these EBT people loading their carts up with is beyond human comprehension, fuck you bro my dad had tight times with us and we ate well because he knew how to cook cheap meats and potatoes to make them delicious and nutritious. I mean,
look at this shit:
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You do not
deserve to spend American tax dollars on fucking ice cream, doughnuts, Doritos, sodas, cheese puffs, etc. I'm half a step away from being AM on this issue, you truly don't comprehend what's up until you see it.
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