Early in "Oliver Twist," a starving, orphaned Oliver asks, "Please, sir, I want some more [food]." The shocked orphanage master responds by clobbering, imprisoning, disparaging and eventually evicting Oliver. Contrast that with God's response to the starving, recently liberated Israelites.
If we accept the position that public social support has to have some rational limits, then many more people must build on whatever that base of support will be to push their lives further forward with their own efforts, brains, energy and ambition.
Collaboration by liberals and leftists with Skip Stam's anti-lottery effort is not a matter of compromising with the enemy; rather it is a matter of recognizing those rare moments in the day when a broken clock is revealing the actual time.
Standing behind this family paying with their WIC debit card left me paralyzed. My husband, a generous man from a more austere economic background than I, wanted to offer to pay for their "extras" -- as if potatoes and juice could be extras.
In 2005, my wife, Amy, and I adopted three children from Russia. As we were wrapping up those adoptions, we saw a document indicating that our new daughters had older siblings. It took us another year and a half to locate them, but they are now part of our family of eleven, too.
The wealthy are well represented, as is their worry over a potential raise in their tax rate. The media largely ignore the poor and the unemployed, however, those most suffering in the economic climate.
American capitalism requires workers. Workers, young and old, require health care. We can't allow them to be treated like inhuman resources, that can be consumed, and the residue conveniently and cheaply disposed of.
In Texas, we pay welfare moms with three kids $260 a month. In other words, our welfare moms don't have enough money to buy drugs or enough time to take them. But don't worry, Rick Perry has a solution for a problem that doesn't exist.
Shame rises within me as the word "takers" resonates throughout my body. I take a deep breath, attempting to calm the anxiety and heat rising from my belly. I find it difficult to hold the complexities of this issue of poverty within me -- I know the face of poverty well.