[Nowhere Man]

My first job as an independent metal roofing contractor was to build an awning and facade on a strip center in Arlington, TX. One of the tenants was a storefront for processing applications and delivery of food stamps. Twice a month the parking lot was filled with women waiting in line while their boyfriends had beer enriched reunions as they struggled to keep someone’s kids corralled in the cars and others circled looking for open parking spots. This was in the heat of summer and I was having an impossible time finding legal workers. I was sure that someone in that group would ask if I was hiring, especially after I put up a big sign on the roof above the food stamp office, but no takers. I did get a couple of complaints when my sweat dripped on the hood of cars, but not ONE request for a job.

My father worked painting section 8 housing for extra money since he retired and he told me that the tenants cut holes in the wall between the apartments so when the welfare worker comes along, they can shuffle children between them so they can have more kids to up their welfare.

[Gasshog]

Bad thread to read at lunch. This is disgusting and sickening and I wonder how we have fallen this far to support a permanent underclass that just continues to grow. Where does it all stop? Obviously the moochers believe the gravey train will never end but it must. What then?

[Palladin]

True. And they hide their “man” under the bed.