- Scott Miller
“Our safety net too often becomes a hammock ” – Ronald Reagan
Did you ever think that the American taxpayer was subsidizing his/her neighbor’s holiday gifts? I’ll be honest, I didn’t. As jaded as I’ve become about the colossal waste that we have entrenched in our multiple layers of government bureaucracy, I never fathomed that I might actually be paying for my neighbor’s holiday gifts… I was wrong.
You see, my wife recently came back from a trip to the local grocery store with an incredible tale. Apparently our nation’s food stamp program, recently renamed SNAP ( State Nutrition Assistance Programs), allows the supposed poorest of the poor to purchase non-essential food products… you know, like luxury Godiva chocolates with our tax dollars! She realized this after the group in front of her unloaded a cart-full of luxury chocolate gift items, including stuffed Teddy Bears with a tiny portion of chocolate attached, and then proceeded to discuss whose presents were whose… all while paying for the entire tab with so-called “food stamps”.
A little PO’ed at the story, I decided to see how much money we taxpayers were shelling out to a program that has become so large and unwieldy that it was this easy to abuse…. here’s what I found:
- At least one on 10 Americans are now receiving food stamp benefits! 10%! Come on! I’m sorry, but with 10% of us now on food stamps, something tells me we’ve reached hammock stage.
- We spent almost $79 BILLION dollars on food stamps this year… or 78,589,776,436 to be exact!
So while liberals work really hard to convince hard working, tax paying, Schmo’s like me that food stamps are needed to feed the poorest of the poor… as they paint these scenarios of poor little kids living on milk, rice and beans when they justify the Food Stamp program… you’ll know the whole truth. That is, that our nation’s Food Stamp program is yet another social safety net program, that has largely become another welfare-type hammock.
One has gotta’ wonder just how many of the 10% now on food stamps, roll out of the grocery store parking lots in their late model SUV’s, with their iPhones turned on, as they head home towards their McMansions (you know the ones that they’ve stopped paying their mortage on months ago)… gotta’ just wonder, don’t you?
