John White
Gold Member
Life is just not fair sometimes. I have worked since a kid, many times three jobs. Most of my life I owned my own business or a business that supplemented my income. Started out as a kid, delivering the Grit family newspaper. Sometimes walked in snow above knees and made .40 a week. Thought I was in hog heaven. I have started business that made money and I couldn't even give them away when I wanted to start a new one. No one wanted to work that hard. Now that I am on the way downhill fast and if I salt away a few dollars or transfer some assets so they don't kick my wife out of the house or take one of the vehicles. I figured I paid my taxes for many years, employed other people who paid taxes and generated income for many other businesses. Every day I open up a lid and see what other people ate for lunch yesterday and pump it out. I go to the dentist and see people there on Medicaid that I know and get their teeth fixed free. No one complains of able bodied people on the dole. How much does it cost to keep a person in prison for 50 years? Or have a sex change provided by the govt. or taking care of your medical bills because you smoked your brains out on drugs or ruined your health by bad life choices. No one complains about that. I am used to the middle finger when I pull up to a stop sign and a, see a guy there with a sign there that says "will work for food" and I ask him if he will really work for food. Right now I have a son in one of my properties running a thriving business but not making enough to buy it from me yet. If I need long term care, he would loose it because it is in my name. I wont give him the property because I feel he needs to get it just like I did, "work" and pay for it. Every one thinks that people that work hard and acclimated toys and equipment did it by just having it handed to them. When it's my time to go, I hope I don't linger on and be a burden or expense to any one. By the way I have a "work for food franchise" for sale. You get a "work for food sign" a old tattered coat, shoe with a hoe in it, coffee can to collect your money and for a extra fee I will throw in a crutch and a old dog and a old Edsel down by the river you can sleep in. Call BR549.