One of my many problems with benefits systems is the perverse incentives they create for healthy people not to work. In this case, however, I’m not so incensed. Let me propose a counterfactual:
You have a pressing need to attend your bank. You queue, get to the counter, and there is Danielle Muscato. Do you want la principessa to drag out the encounter with asides about narcissism in that whiny voice? To know your address? To have
anything to do with your fat stacks? Or here’s another job Dave could take: childcare flunky. Or what about food service?
Sure, he might not last long in any job, but imagine what damage he could do in that short time. The only job he lasted long at was a meaningless one with the Atheists, and even then he scarred people, as
@Real Ariana Grande has revealed. While a real job might provide him and us with new material, don’t forget that even sat on his arse, he has provoked, defrauded, and harassed his own parents and gotten criminal charges. Dave on disability does not disappoint. No, in this case let us call disability benefits by their real name: tard containment costs.
edited to add the missing not