You think this makes you seem noble, but it actually makes you seem extremely privileged. Holding moral principles in economic settings is a privilege if I’ve ever heard of one.
We got a martyr here ladies and gentlemen. She’s refusing her inheritance and taking up the cause of the poor and defending her principles against the lies of…um…liberals?
Why not respond to the subject matter of the thread. Fact is, you’ve probably had more handouts than you’re ego will let you admit. And that’s why you have a world view that daddy government needs to provide for you. What does that have to do with me having a martini.
Didn’t we just go over the thing about bad arguments?
In the same way that always letting a kid have a cookie makes the kid grow up fat, always taking care of and loving someone makes them grow up emotionally crippled when they realize that the world doesn’t distribute resources the same way mom and dad did.
Then those privileged shit heads start wanting me to pay more taxes so they can have more shit handed to them.
Just your misspelled quickie replies stand out as less than the normal less that you offer from your prosperous, ignoble, cynical world of brown. Let me know when you have an argument or better yet, answer Fausts’ questions since he’s incapable.
Who is supposed to pay for you when you schizo out for months at a time? You wanna save that up while you’re working? Then you’d need to be very valuable to someone, and if you take responsibility for yourself, then you take the responsibility of finding and convincing someone that can pay you that you’re worth that.
I used to pay for myself during those months, but I didn’t understand my situation other than I was in a cycle of what seemed impossible to keep up with when my condition kept deteriorating which it has continued to do my entire adult life. If I were a spring chicken I would wade back out there, but I’m not. I did own several businesses, but I was unable to hang in there when the chips (were not just down, but) flipped out flying across the room. I wish I’d been diagnosed a decade earlier.