In other words, if you are on Food Stamps (err..SNAP) or any of the other forms of direct cash assistance from the feds, all you need do to have your own big ole' bucket of fresh fried chicken is swipe that there card right 'chere, ya'll.
Easy. Peasy.
It's a SNAP!
Now, Mr and Mrs OS are blessed beyond measure to be able to work at what they love, with people they like, and make a modest living at it. He can't imagine life caught in the Perdition of welfare dependency, and prays daily for wisdom and strength to make good decisions and to abhor laziness and greed.
But, still...this has been the Summer of Bleeding Money at Casa OS. Life has intervened, and precious cash reserves have had to be called upon to do some utterly necessary things, like repair roofs, replace autos, service calls on appliances, travel for family funerals, etc. Every dollar counts, and several items on the 'Wish-But-Damn-Close-To-Vital' list have been deferred.
It is disheartening to see this displayed in the store window. OS and Mrs. OS and all our friends who work harder and harder for less are paying for that bucket of chicken to be fried up for someone else, who likely voted to keep that fryer going at our expense.
It's as if the sign should read: They Buy, We Fry.
Or: We Buy, They Fry.
Or: We Buy, They Consume, we get to cook our chicken ourselves.
Or: We borrow from the Chinese, They Fry, They Consume, our children to pay the Chinese back with interest.
Well, then. On we go. Must get work done, taxes paid, and run to the grocery to buy something to put in the oven for dinner tonight. Mrs. OS and YoungerChild OS will be working until late this evening.
They won't be stopping at a gas station for a bucket of chicken bought by the taxpayer....
