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Seems like trump back tracked on his earlier position? Why did he do that?
 
The messaging here is awful. Are snap benefits canceled? I see posts like this from Trump saying it's off fully but on the news I'll see that people will be getting 50% of their benefits paid. Like which is it?
people don't pay attention to the messaging anymore. all of the messaging is by news stations using pictures and video of food pantries when the vast majority of SNAP is spent on chips and soda.

i went to the post office today and an indignant boomer was loudly complaining about the shutdown behind me. nigger you're STANDING IN THE FUCKING POST OFFICE. IT'S OPEN.
 
The messaging here is awful. Are snap benefits canceled? I see posts like this from Trump saying it's off fully but on the news I'll see that people will be getting 50% of their benefits paid. Like which is it?
Trump is off his own administration’s message. Who knows which is true.
 
I'll power level, I'm struggling to get by, but I just keep the faith and pray. At this point it's the only thing I can do, you know?
I’m sorry to hear. If you have an Amazon list or something share it! We came together to help Chris after the fire, we should be able to come together for fellow kiwis.
 
I’m sorry to hear. If you have an Amazon list or something share it! We came together to help Chris after the fire, we should be able to come together for fellow kiwis.
On one hand, I'm hesitant to dox myself to kiwis, to continue praying and just tide it out, but I'm reminded of a story I heard in church about two boats and a helicopter. I'll spoiler it, so I don't clutter.
A storm descends on a small town, and the downpour soon turns into a flood. As the waters rise, the local preacher kneels in prayer on the church porch, surrounded by water. By and by, one of the townsfolk comes up the street in a canoe.

“Better get in, Preacher. The waters are rising fast.”

“No,” says the preacher. “I have faith in the Lord. He will save me.”

Still the waters rise. Now the preacher is up on the balcony, wringing his hands in supplication, when another guy zips up in a motorboat.

“Come on, Preacher. We need to get you out of here. The levee’s gonna break any minute.”
Once again, the preacher is unmoved. “I shall remain. The Lord will see me through.”

After a while the levee breaks, and the flood rushes over the church until only the steeple remains above water. The preacher is up there, clinging to the cross, when a helicopter descends out of the clouds, and a state trooper calls down to him through a megaphone.

“Grab the ladder, Preacher. This is your last chance.”

Once again, the preacher insists the Lord will deliver him.

And, predictably, he drowns.

A pious man, the preacher goes to heaven. After a while he gets an interview with God, and he asks the Almighty, “Lord, I had unwavering faith in you. Why didn’t you deliver me from that flood?”

God shakes his head. “What did you want from me? I sent you two boats and a helicopter.”
 
On one hand, I'm hesitant to dox myself to kiwis, to continue praying and just tide it out, but I'm reminded of a story I heard in church about two boats and a helicopter. I'll spoiler it, so I don't clutter.
A storm descends on a small town, and the downpour soon turns into a flood. As the waters rise, the local preacher kneels in prayer on the church porch, surrounded by water. By and by, one of the townsfolk comes up the street in a canoe.

“Better get in, Preacher. The waters are rising fast.”

“No,” says the preacher. “I have faith in the Lord. He will save me.”

Still the waters rise. Now the preacher is up on the balcony, wringing his hands in supplication, when another guy zips up in a motorboat.

“Come on, Preacher. We need to get you out of here. The levee’s gonna break any minute.”
Once again, the preacher is unmoved. “I shall remain. The Lord will see me through.”

After a while the levee breaks, and the flood rushes over the church until only the steeple remains above water. The preacher is up there, clinging to the cross, when a helicopter descends out of the clouds, and a state trooper calls down to him through a megaphone.

“Grab the ladder, Preacher. This is your last chance.”

Once again, the preacher insists the Lord will deliver him.

And, predictably, he drowns.

A pious man, the preacher goes to heaven. After a while he gets an interview with God, and he asks the Almighty, “Lord, I had unwavering faith in you. Why didn’t you deliver me from that flood?”

God shakes his head. “What did you want from me? I sent you two boats and a helicopter.”
We can always start a thread about you and someone's bound to try to be a ween.
 
NPR had a black woman on complaining her kid is going to school to eat the breakfast and lunch at school.
That's fucking insane. When I was living in Ohio, we could go to the local school during the summer and get free meals and they were fine. What the fuck?
 
I'm out here eating pasta and rice for dinner most nights and this fucking bitch is whining that her kid is going to school to eat? These worthless fucking humans make me genuinely mad at the Internet.
 
The messaging here is awful. Are snap benefits canceled? I see posts like this from Trump saying it's off fully but on the news I'll see that people will be getting 50% of their benefits paid. Like which is it?
There's multiple messages going out that's why everything is confusing. It seems like judges are going to force EBT to keep running but there's only partial funds to distribute, and nobody is sure how to issue those partial funds so everything will vary state by state. It seems likely November payments won't go out anyways, because partial payment hasn't happened before and the systems aren't built for it.
 
On one hand, I'm hesitant to dox myself to kiwis, to continue praying and just tide it out, but I'm reminded of a story I heard in church about two boats and a helicopter. I'll spoiler it, so I don't clutter.
A storm descends on a small town, and the downpour soon turns into a flood. As the waters rise, the local preacher kneels in prayer on the church porch, surrounded by water. By and by, one of the townsfolk comes up the street in a canoe.

“Better get in, Preacher. The waters are rising fast.”

“No,” says the preacher. “I have faith in the Lord. He will save me.”

Still the waters rise. Now the preacher is up on the balcony, wringing his hands in supplication, when another guy zips up in a motorboat.

“Come on, Preacher. We need to get you out of here. The levee’s gonna break any minute.”
Once again, the preacher is unmoved. “I shall remain. The Lord will see me through.”

After a while the levee breaks, and the flood rushes over the church until only the steeple remains above water. The preacher is up there, clinging to the cross, when a helicopter descends out of the clouds, and a state trooper calls down to him through a megaphone.

“Grab the ladder, Preacher. This is your last chance.”

Once again, the preacher insists the Lord will deliver him.

And, predictably, he drowns.

A pious man, the preacher goes to heaven. After a while he gets an interview with God, and he asks the Almighty, “Lord, I had unwavering faith in you. Why didn’t you deliver me from that flood?”

God shakes his head. “What did you want from me? I sent you two boats and a helicopter.”
I think I might start a Kiwi support thread
 
On one hand, I'm hesitant to dox myself to kiwis, to continue praying and just tide it out, but I'm reminded of a story I heard in church about two boats and a helicopter. I'll spoiler it, so I don't clutter.
A storm descends on a small town, and the downpour soon turns into a flood. As the waters rise, the local preacher kneels in prayer on the church porch, surrounded by water. By and by, one of the townsfolk comes up the street in a canoe.

“Better get in, Preacher. The waters are rising fast.”

“No,” says the preacher. “I have faith in the Lord. He will save me.”

Still the waters rise. Now the preacher is up on the balcony, wringing his hands in supplication, when another guy zips up in a motorboat.

“Come on, Preacher. We need to get you out of here. The levee’s gonna break any minute.”
Once again, the preacher is unmoved. “I shall remain. The Lord will see me through.”

After a while the levee breaks, and the flood rushes over the church until only the steeple remains above water. The preacher is up there, clinging to the cross, when a helicopter descends out of the clouds, and a state trooper calls down to him through a megaphone.

“Grab the ladder, Preacher. This is your last chance.”

Once again, the preacher insists the Lord will deliver him.

And, predictably, he drowns.

A pious man, the preacher goes to heaven. After a while he gets an interview with God, and he asks the Almighty, “Lord, I had unwavering faith in you. Why didn’t you deliver me from that flood?”

God shakes his head. “What did you want from me? I sent you two boats and a helicopter.”
Done https://kiwifarms.st/threads/kiwi-support-thread.232223/
 
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