Do you really know what Jesus would do? Based on all of His teaching the one thing that He would NOT do is say that the government should steal from working people and give to the poor. There is a pretty good chance that He would look directly at YOU and ask why are you wasting money on an internet connection when you could be using it to help the poor that are starving and lying ill and dying in the streets.
One wonders if the primitives--say, for examples, this phalloscraping primitive or the "handicapped" Odin primitive or the Las Vegas Leviathan or the now-banished cross-eyed Iowa primitive--are aware how much they themselves are responsible for the poor having no bread.
By screwing the social security disability system, they're making it impossible for the truly handicapped to get anything.
Talk about taking food from mouths.
Now, for those who don't know of MoPaul, the phalloscraping primitive, he's a classic primitive from w-a-a-a-y back, years and years ago. He was born about 1950 (I
think in Missouri, but don't hold me to that), and was one of the last victims of polio before a vaccine was successfully made and distributed.
Much of his younger life in a wheelchair.
And since then, in-and-out of mental institutions, and when out, always under psychiatric or pharmaceutical care.
The phalloscraping primitive has a backside as big as a barn door, I kid you not. It's probably the biggest backside on Skins island, and remember Skins's island has a lot of heavy primitives. It freaked me when he posted that one photograph of himself (he was trying to not show his face, and that's how the picture turned out).
MoPaul plays in a band.
He's angry and bitter and nasty as Hell. A life-limiting handicap can do that to one--the classic example being the Greatest Primitive Ever, the late bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive "Redstone"--but such Rage and Hate doesn't have to happen.
And besides, it's counterproductive; being Hate-filled doesn't ameliorate one's condition, in fact it makes it worse.
I fully expect one day that the phalloscraping primitive's head is simply going to blow up from all its internal pressure, spraying skull-fragments, blood, gore, and brain parts all over.