Irresponsible welfare white trash

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I’m so pissed.

There is this girl I went to high school with. Her mom’s pregnant. Again. A-fucking-gain.

The girl has an older brother and sister, two younger brothers, and a younger sister. This will make seven kids. The mom is divorced from the father of the first four kids. She got knocked up soon after and married the father of the youngest two. They fight (screaming, and physically) all the freaking time, and have recently filed for divorce. Don’t call her ‘battered’ because she hits HIM half the time. She’s pregnant by him again. As they’re getting divorced.

I don’t care if you have 20 kids. Hell, my family has 5 kids. My grandmothers both have 5 kids. Two of my great grandmothers had 10 kids. But there’s a difference. All of these families I listed had one thing in common. When money started getting tight, they STOPPED FUCKING HAVING KIDS! This family is on welfare and WIC, and receive child support from the original dad. The step-dad works for the airline, and the mom works, saddling the middle children (high school age) with care-taking responsibilities for the two (soon to be three) toddlers. The girl I know works, but since her mom is a fucking baby factory, the STATE is going to pay her to take care of the little ones after school. Yes, she’s being payed by the state to babysit her own siblings because there’s so God-damned many of them.

The mom is a worthless slob who nurses her kids until they’re three or four. The kids run around naked all day, and are little belligerant bullies. They don’t potty train until they start school, and yet the mom STILL continues to fucking breed.

It doesn’t matter that they can’t afford the kids they have, or that they’re on welfare already, or that they can’t take care of them already. The irresponsible bitch continues to pop out kids every two years or so. Someone needs to show up with some pliers and ‘borrow’ her uterus.

Their house is large, but full of extraneous furniture and trash. They have piles of worthless junk and hundreds of pieces of clothing littered around their house. More than they could ever need, but none of it fits any of the kids. They eat out all the time, and squander their money on candy and soda pop and snacks instead of purchasing worthwhile food, like, oh, fruits, vegetables, ground beef, Hamburger Helper (that one’s for you, Jack), and Aldi’s food. They can’t afford it, but they buy the ‘best’ food. Then after it’s made, does it get frozen and sent for lunches? Does it get put in the fridge and heated up tomorrow? No. It sits on the oven until it’s rancid, then gets thrown out. Trash? Don’t worry about it. Throw your hotdog on the floor, we’ll clean it up next week, if we get around to it.

These type of people make me sick. I don’t mind supporting people with my tax money that truly are having trouble making ends meet, or have had some hard times. What I do mind is worthless drags on society like this family, with fourty bajillion kids, who can’t manage a budget (let alone have one), who buy good, pricey food that they can’t afford, then waste it, and who live in a large (albeit old) house that would easily hold them all, yet bitch about not having enough space. HELLO! If you’d clean out the TRASH, and the JUNK, you’d have GOBS of space.

Worthless, worthless, worthless, worthless family.

Where’s the pool boy? These genes need cleansing.

–Tim

PS The third child (the girl I know) brags about being the first in her family to EVER graduate HS. And she’s STILL a stupid ass ho with terrible judgement and horrible decision making skills. Ugh. Glad I cut her out of my life like the cancer her family is.

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Ugh…It’s people like that that screw it up for people who TRULY need it…

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Now I hate to be an advocate for such lifestyles, but perhaps education is the problem here. Maybe the mother doesn’t know how to properly take care of herself and her children. Maybe she doesn’t have all her marbles strait in her head. She probly is depressed or something on top of it. Unless the kids are starving and being abused, I dn’t think there is a “problem” that can be helped by you, me, or anyone else.

I know my sister 3 years ago got into some bad crowds, and got hooked on drugs. She finally straightened herself out just in time to find out she was pregnant by her derlict fiance. Luckily she was clean when he was conceived. I’m sure she looked horrible; coming out of rehab, pregnant, and broke. I don’t think she would have been able to do it without WIC or welfare. She was on it for a year and a half and now she has her own apartment, my nephew has a wonderful babysitter, and she works her ass off to pay the bills.

Some people just get misguided down the road, and if they are less intellegent, they have a lot harder time geting off that rocky path.

[hijack]
BTW, can’t they put shoes on the kids, for christ sake? I can’t stand that above all things!!![/hijack]

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“Someone needs to show up with some pliers and ‘borrow’ her uterus.”

::Pulls up lawn chair and settles in to watch the bonfire::

p.s. Thanks for the laugh. I have [ahem] menstrual cramps at the moment and I feel like someone is borrowing my uterus with a pair of pliers.

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Frankly, I’m amazed you know all this about them. They must really share with you.

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Hear Hear!!
I cannot agree more. I have been a single WORKING parent for almost 10 years. Part time, so I can supervise my kids. It’s a no win situation, if I don’t work full time, I’m a leach, if I do, and my kids turn out for shit, I should have been home more. The biggest problem I have with those welfare baby factories is that they give their caseworkers so much shit that they treat ALL of us like we are either retarded or trying to cheat them. All I need is SOME help, like decent medical insurance and I have to jump through hoops and prove everything I say, in duplicate.

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Byz: I had a serious hard-on for the girl my age for about three years. She has a killer body. Killer. We hung out day in and day out for a long ass time before I pulled my brain out of my dick and saw her (and them) for what they are.

Just cuz you make me want to jiz doesn’t mean you’re a worthwhile human being.

–Tim

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I think it’s obvious who the trash is here.

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So far, I don’t see how this could be considered irresponsiblity. How much do you think jobs pay? Especially to a person who didn’t graduate high school and has had to take time off to have seven babies? And just how much do you think child support is?

Close. She’s being paid by the state to watch her own siblings because she fits the qualifications required by the program that helps people with their childcare costs. And because it’s less expensive and better for the younger kids if they can be at home with someone they know and trust, rather than in a daycare. And, since she’s going to be paid to stay at home to babysit, she doesn’t have to go out of the house to make money.

First: No human being is worthless. Second, I doubt she’s a slob. The mess might have something to do with the many children that live in her house. Kids make messes, little kids aren’t very thorough housekeepers, and ALL parents are tired. You be a single parent of six kids with one more on the way and tell me how anxious you are to get home, clean house, and delve into big organization projects. Third, kids don’t nurse that long. They don’t WANT to nurse that long.

This is easy. The kids are naked because they’re potty training. They don’t magically know how to go to the bathroom the instant they set foot in a school…it takes some practice. As far as them being “belligerant bullies”, well…wouldn’t you feel compelled to make your presence known and mark your territory if you had so many siblings, and only one constant parent to share with all of them?

You say they live in a big old house, and they have lots and lots of stuff. It’s a nine-person household, and I’m sure that much of their stuff was donated to them by friends and family. Families in need are quite often happy to accept gifts from people, even if they really don’t need an extra chair (or whatever.) You say they’ve complained about not having “enough” space. Well, Homer, you seem to know tons about this family…exactly how big is this house? How big are the bedrooms, more specifically, and how many bedrooms are there? I’ll be truly amazed if you tell me that even in a “big” house, every member of the household gets their own spacious bedrooms. Old houses most often have large living rooms and dining rooms, but miniscule bedrooms with tiny closets. Perhaps when they say they need more space, what they mean is they need more STORAGE space.

Now. How do you know what’s on their grocery list? With that many kids, they probably get around $400/month in food stamps, and if they’re getting WIC, they HAVE to buy certain items with the WIC checks. For example, one WIC check might say “2 gallons milk, 1-26 oz. jar peanut butter, 3 cans juice”. If they’re spending a couple food stamp dollars on treats, it’s probably because they’ve stocked up on necessary foods, and it’s nice to be able to give your kids a fucking treat once in a while.
And, given that there are so many people in the house, I think it’s probably unlikely that there’s ever enough leftovers to pack up for lunches. I’d throw the rest away, too.

Quick review: they have shelter, clothing, food, and someone they trust to watch them when the mom is at work. Exactly how are they not being taken care of again?

Just to reiterate: NO human being is worthless. Perhaps, since you care enough about the situation to bitch about it, you could think about going over and offering to help the mom out a little bit. Ask her if she’d like you (a strapping young lad) to help fix or move around some of the furniture or cart some stuff off to Goodwill. I’m sure she’d appreciate it.

Good for her.

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Amen, sister.

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Let me take this opportunity to say that my post is for BOTH Vogue and Chris…

Amen, sisters

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Interestingly enough, from an evolutionary standpoint, these folks are winning. Behold the future of the human race.

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Well, Tzel, talk about a post really making the point and all…

BWHA HA HA!

If “THEY” are “winning” that would mean, from your standpoint you would be… uh… well, you know!

And the flip side is… oh, wait, now you are putting me down! If I’m “winning”, I’m one of “THEM”!

What a crafty post!

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I’ll just respond to the nursing deal…when I worked at KMart, I actually saw a mom sitting on the floor nursing her 4 year old girl.

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Oh, come on! You’re telling me that you don’t think that a person who’s already on welfare, yet continues to pump out kids is irresponsible?

I know how much the step dad’s job pays. I know how much her job pays, and I know how much child support is, thank you.

She is a slob. Did you not notice that I know these people very well? That I’ve spent TONS of time at their house? She IS a slob. THIRD, don’t tell me they don’t nurse that long, because I’ve been there, and I’ve f’n seen it happen! THESE KIDS NURSE THAT LONG! They climb in her lap and lift up her shirt and beg for ‘boobie!’ You cannot refute my own visual evidence!

No, the kids are naked because they piss themselves. Or they’re naked because they don’t like their clothes. Or because they’re watching Blue’s Clues. Or because the sky is blue. They’re naked because they want to be naked, and they take off any clothes you put on them. They also piss and shit on the floor in the living room.

They pinch and punch and shove much smaller children. They don’t listen to a single thing ANYONE tells them, be it their mother, their father, their siblings, or their caretaker. And they’re spoiled. They cry for hour and break things and throw tantrums at the slightest inconvenience. Not normal tantrums, mind you. Break stuff screaming yelling punching kicking hour long tantrums. You cannot just ignore them and they give up, they will force themselves on you and make you comply.

The extra stuff isn’t chairs. It’s trash. TRASH. It’s piles of useless clothes, broken toys, FOOD, stuff like that. Yes, some furniture, but it’s stuff they’ve purchased. Can you tell me why they need a 8 foot by 6 foot map of the world, or a huge end table that blocks their entryway?

Lemme think. They just finished adding a third story to the house that lies empty… uhm… seven bedrooms, three bathrooms, two kitchens, two living rooms, two staircases, blah blah blah. Big ass house full of junk. Big ass bedrooms (15x20 w/5x3 closets, estimated). At least 2750-3250 sq feet, including the addition.

The two eldest have moved out and live with their own families, but the state is (AFAIK, and at last I spoke with them) not informed of this, and they continue to draw on the two who’ve moved out.

Keeping this in mind, I have four siblings, and I’m kind and gentle as a lamb… :stuck_out_tongue:

How do I know what’s on their grocery list? I’ve helped them carry in groceries. I’ve looked in their cupboards, freezers, and refrigerators. They, at last count, had 28 jars of Jiffy peanut butter. Unopened. They spend at least $50 on Dr Pepper, Pepsi, and Sprite each week. They buy those damned chocolate donuts, and tons of gummi treats and stuff. And candy that gets everywhere.

Don’t discount the leftovers. I’ve seen four or five pounds of spaghetti thrown out because no one wanted to tupperware it and it went bad. I’ve seen two pounds of browned meat for Tacos get thrown out because one of the whiny bitching kids decided they wanted McDonalds or some other bullshit like that. I’ve been there and seen it, and I can guarantee you if I went over to their house right now, after the called the cops (it’s 3 am), I’d see at least a pound or two of food on the stove, congealing. They waste ALOT.

Taken care of? If you call living in a hovel, being ignored, fed junk food, allowed to run around naked after peeing in a heating vent (I’ve seen that happen many times, too) and overpopulated while both parents work and older sister watches taped re-runs of “Friends” and “The Torklesons” being taken care of, why don’t you raise your children like that?

Help out? I’m done with it. I’ve carried their cast iron tub upstairs, I’ve painted rooms, I’ve carried the aformentioned groceries, I’ve helped erect the walls of the addition, I’ve moved furniture, I’ve made dinner, and I’ve cleaned. I gave up on this family because of how completely conniving, using, and irresponsible the whole family is. Goodwill? Lawdy, no! Can’t get rid o’ my junk!

Oh, and the reason no one’s graduated yet? Let’s see… Mom got knocked up… Older sister got knocked up… older brother knocked some chick up… Yup. Birth control? Sexual responsibility? BAH!

What they are is a family of completely self serving, irresponsible, narrow minded (racist, homophobic, ad infinitum), conniving, weasly users. The girl I was associated with led me on for three years (yes, my fault for letting it happen, I know), milking me for every cent she could. “Oooh, Tim ::rubs arm:: that new CD is soo good… I wish I could afford it… ::Pout::” “I wish I could go to Prom, but no one’s invited me… ::Pout::” “I need a new dress for the Homecoming dance, but I can’t afford it ::brush breasts across arm::” Yes. Users. That’s all they know how to do. They take every single possible advantage of every single possible person. Family, friends, government, anyone and anything. Milk it dry, baby, yeah!

And about the girl leading me on… she’d go on dates, she’d hang out, she’d wear revealing clothing (at my asking, even) and act seductive… but the second I tried anything, it was “We’re just friends!” until she needed something again. Then with the breasts and the oy vey. I knew all along (well, from about a year and a half on, but it took another year and a half for me to balls up and break everything off completely) she was just leading me on for money and stuff, but ugghhh… try not to be horny in High School, okay?

VV, sorry, I’ll try not to inject humor into a rant again. Better yet, I’ll abstain from sexual urges.

Any more questions on why I’ve found a distaste for this family?

–Tim

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Here’s the thing. I lean towards being very liberal. Unfortunately, I’m related (by marriage, not blood, so I have some small consolation) to the King and Queen of all that is White Trash and Welfare Abuse. Really. They’re divorced now, but they both still have the titles.

The King is a drug-abusing, semi-literate, child-neglecting (possibly child-molesting), job-not-holding, everyone-else-blaming, favor-begging, trust-destroying fuckwad. So as you can imagine, he married well, the first time. The Queen came from a lower-middle class but somewhat decent family, but she aspired to be more worthy of the King.

They married. Had two kids. The first child (the Princess), was born with something like SEVENTEEN birth defects - among them were paralyzation from the waist down, hydrocephelous (sp, I know), cleft lip and cleft palate, and spinobiphida (once again, sp). She was not expected to live 24 hours, and yet she pulled through and is now about 17. After her birth, the King and Queen moved into my parents’ basement (it was a separate apartment).

The King worked sporadically for my step-father’s company as a laborer. He could have made a decent living, had he shown up (especially since he wasn’t paying rent). The Queen cocktail-waitressed, although she made less than minimum wage. She didn’t work to contribute to the family - it was because she needed to get out of the house. The King and Queen made no effort to schedule their hours so that one of them was at home with the Princess. I understand they were receiving some sort of aid at the time.

Their best trick at that time was to leave while my parents were working, and tell my sister and me that we had to babysit (ages 11 and 9, respectively). As a result, we learned how to suction an infant’s tracheotomy (yes, I’m sure I phrased that wrong, but I was freaking NINE!), and pray she didn’t die, as well as the other basic child-care kinda stuff. Changing diapers and feeding her were a BREAK.

So of course, and since they had built-in childcare, they went ahead and had another kid. This one was relatively healthy (although signs of ADD and other mental disorders surfaced much later). This was the Prince. Since the Prince was healthy and the Princess was clearly disabled, they chose to completely neglect him ( you know, like any good parent would). His favorite foods, by age 2, were Pepsi and M&M’s.
Anyway, eventually the King and Queen needed their own kingdom. So they got an apartment (with the state’s help, duh), and moved out of our basement. At that point, they chose to drive many miles to pick me up to watch their children so that they could go out (usually separately) and get f’d-up Sometime shortly thereafter, they broke up. The Queen got the children, the King married some other royalty whose ex-husband was on death row.

The Queen moved in with another regal-sorta guy, and he didn’t want her to keep the Prince. He didn’t mind the Princess, since she was handicapped and needed extra care (a benevolent soul if ever there was one), but he wouldn’t let the Queen stay if she didn’t make the King take custody of the Prince.

As any mother would, the Queen sent the Prince to live with the heroin-shooting, drunk-driving, job-quitting, 2nd-wife-just-left-him King. And the King sold all of the Prince’s possessions (his birthday-present-from-his-grandma-Gameboy, his clothing, his extra pairs of shoes) so that they were well-equipped with booze and smack. They lived in a majestic motel that came with it’s own hookers and dealers.

In the meantime, the Queen didn’t want to lose the welfare money that the state gave the royal family in the Prince’s name. So she continued to claim him as a dependent. And she was too busy not working to have visits with him. After a year or two of the intense pressure of child-rearing, the King saw fit as to leave the Prince on another one of my sister’s doorstep. As she only had five children of her own (five children that she and her husband supported on their own), it was no problem for her to take care of the extra, hyperactive, neglected child.

But then, a miracle occured. The Queen swooped in and took the Prince back, and demanded that the King-substitute accept him or else she’d take the Princess and the SECOND Princess (oh yes, they had a child together. Why WOULDN’T they?) and keep the welfare checks all to herself. After such a show of power, the Kinglike Guy couldn’t help but submit.

So as you can imagine, the welfare and everything COMPLETELY turned this family around. The Royal Family MIGHT have had to work, or maybe even something worse, like quit keeping themselves in a drunken, drugged stupor.

The moral of this story is that yeah, welfare rocks like a hurricane! No one should even QUESTION how well it works.

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Seems to me like your biggest beef with this family is that since this girl is “trash” she should put out for you. Since she doesn’t, it makes her and her whole family “worthless.” You were willing to put up with the whole thing when you thought you were gonna get a piece of ass out of it. The more you explain it the worse it gets.

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Damn, and I thought my family was bad… did I mention that my parents had eight kids? At least we’re fully-clothed all the time…

The worst part is, it’s people like these that give those that really need welfare a bad name. And about the baby-making… they don’t happen to be Catholic, are they? “Every sperm is sacred…”

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What? Quit putting words in my mouth.

I never said that I thought she was trash (at the time), nor did I say I expected her to ‘put out.’ I wanted a relationship. Yes. Just a relationship. I knew she didn’t ‘put out,’ and it didn’t bother me. I wanted love, caring, and acceptance. I’m a very lonely guy.

I was not of the opinion that she was trash until the lust and “love” wore off, the old shown through, and I took a step back and saw them all for what they are.

Thanks for your opinions, though. We all know how right you truly are.

–Tim

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Perfectly fine, Tim. I’ll grant you your “visual evidence”, as well I’m sure you’ll grant me MY need to try to offer an alternative view of the situation.

I take issue with the title of this thread, especially when coupled with an OP that can be looked at in two different ways (not all large, active, busy, and impoverished families are dysfunctional, though it might often appear that way, and I’d be willing to bet that a majority of welfare recipients are not abusing the system), and I still think it’s out of line for you to call this family “worthless.”

Do you really think that Mom is defrauding the welfare system? If so, you have every right-- make that, responsibility to report your concerns to the Department of Human Services. They don’t take kindly to fraud cases, and they will investigate any report they get.

If you believe that the children are not being properly taken care of, then you have the responsibility of reporting that, as well. The smaller kids learn by example. If their elder siblings and parents will not voluntarily be good examples, then either someone will have to force them be good examples, or the kids will be placed with people who want to be.

Or you could do nothing, and those poor kids lose out.

Again, Tim, if you care enough about the situation to bitch about it, then PLEASE care enough about it to do something more to try and change it.