Someone is mistaken here at Open Salon.
That someone seems a decent sort, a working person, a person like you and me, ready for our discussion online, and without threat to others.
I say they are mistaken in that it certainly would appear they have gathered their inferences elsewhere, from a party political viewpoint, and not because of any personal experiences.
The person in question is suggesting our welfare system is, in part, to blame for the decline of family self support, as in: life in any third world country may be harsh enough to force those congregating at family level into sticking it out together without governmental support. I have heard it once to often, I guess. Hence, this post.
Perhaps we all would be better off once our country is a wreck, forcing us all to gather together once more at the family level, sort of a Ground Zero in a new light.
I myself would not be able to do that.
That some of us face our worst trials in life at the family level is, in great part, why every society needs to adopt certain social programs, and not relegate the necessity to mere private causes which must be fulfilled as well. When people become bitter about the toll to modern society from a level that is taxation, it is easy for them to forget the awful consequences dealt with in a very real way by honest, living citizens.
These consequences may range from madness to social illnesses such as poverty forced upon the millions through governmental coercion based on who's pulling the strings, to the lawlessness resulting from the decades before when every social reform was not maintained.
Families seeking help from each other need more repair than may be provided at state level, let alone from each other. Whose resources do you lean on when the dire circumstances of your life would preclude all thought towards bettering yourself by viable means? We have thousands in my state alone whose bodily, physical wellbeing is now in the jeopardy phases simply due to the lack of courage from government.
The courage to do what is best must be forthcoming. Our lives must have their faithful representation at a Congressional level, and no other scheme lets us choose more freely what will become of our family life.
The freedoms to choose have their value from a standpoint that is as purely personal as the breath of our bodies. We have a right to assemble, to forge new bonds, to gather at will, to resolve to gain an upper hand via this peaceful pursuit known as government. In that it is an unspoken ruling now that we of a ground level movement must rebuild that courage to proceed which a higher echelon fears we may profit from, our thoughts might better be turned towards how we proceed to view the consequences of each action by Congress (some of its members without a single thought as to what their most telling action might mean to you or me.)
A family is only as strong as its background. There are many families which do support each other. If times are hard, they pull together to regroup.
To help one another seems a simple mission. Who among family likes you to suffer? And I don't mean your Aunt Edna with the bad breath or her endless stories revolving around her endless pursuits of all things bingo or pink crocheted place mats. Are we really that confident our families are that sincere we may trust them no matter what?
In my family, for example, there are principles being broken daily, almost hourly, which erode the family spirit. The honesty of some is lacking, while others are uncertain as to whether there were any trustworthy member or members at all. We were pirated as children, not allowed to grow up safely, have had our freedoms ripped from us at such a tender age we are as unlike those without such troubling circumstances to get over as it is possible to become before detectable signs must show overtly.
Those of us sane enough within the family fold, as it were, lacked wisdom before to create a new family basis, even though they might like to. Certainly, we are all pretty wounded, and as wounded spirits go, not one of us has the answers necessary to put this family back on track. I myself would liken that to a personal danger, having been hurt by it before.
To get out and then stay out has been the objective for me suitable to the only recovery process I could have then afforded. It was chosen out of necessity, and has not been lightly considered. I do not believe myself to be the typical offspring of such a wounding nature as my family then forced upon my time in youth. This is mainly in that I do not waste time enough on crying over spilled milk, preferring to take action on every level possible. This would include personal or physical safety to the home and family.
When families come unraveled, we like to think of it as society's deal to clean up any resulting messes. There simply aren't any other features of government which make more sense. Once you have a wounded population, then all else may begin to crumble. A life is so important, it cannot be estimated how highly regarded it may be in terms of the personal volition to win free of such a home scene as was provided me in childhood.
What child's defense would you offer? More of a family take on what would be better for that one, or the more responsible, and thus less blind, kind of help that is required if society lets down the people most mattering: our children?
That I was a let down child started me off wrong. The inexcusable behavior leveled at the mind of a child then alters their every thought or deed, even into adulthood. Had I been shown every bit of the kindness a (not perfectly,but naturally, innately well enough) functioning family would supply, you would not now know me as the Poor Woman.
This must be understood before we can go further.
I did not ask to be raised by ill people whose ideals did every hurt it may take a lifetime of striving to regroup toward. There is a time when one must recover. That is not afforded me. When I tried to do it on my own, my body broke down. And now, like it or not, I am the recipient of the Social Security deal we all paid into known as their Disability plan.
I may not like it, but here is what I have to live with, and daily. I don't want to be required by my own health to take a back seat to the world and let it resolve this issue of my own health and wellbeing, yet I will have to be content with whatever I may be given. That is, until we rise as wiser, more levelheaded citizens to reclaim our dignity from the government. That I may have to wait for.
We are experienced, that are on the low end of the food chain, with every permutation of sneak thief or tyrant. They live in this land, not abroad, or in pictures on a screen. They are people, just like we are, and they like nothing better than to make it certain that I will not be cared for.
Not by their money, anyway.
What I want to know is, how can it be justifiable for me to believe that, barring family, any public agency with funds for our poor is suddenly the be all and end all of safety or sanity, wellbeing, even family sanctity?
Where is that scene I will belong with once all of the systems have been bled dry which support this body today? And why would I want to apply there for any additional funding that isn't likely to be had anyway?
Our well that is drying up cannot be refilled unless somebody like us rises up in time to say NO MORE. That will take time. Mightily, it might do more harm that good to expect anyone to come out of the shadows into Congress and then be allowed to speak for the first time at such a level as to be then heard.
What each one of us can do, however, rather than wrangling about money's use or the Welfare State, is begin to reexamine this:
What family is there now that truly would be prepared to take on every debt, including every additional medical expense, of someone whose basic needs may not be met at the state or local government level?
That is a question most of us are afraid to ask.
As our ship is sinking, the rats may leave all the rest of us drowning, up to our ears in mass debt. Who will we provide for in the case of the ultimate collapse certainly on our horizon from lack of the guts or the spirit to do that thing most applied for?
And who will provide for this poor woman into old age (barring unforeseen returns of strength, stamina, and resistance to illness so long sought after)?
Who am I on the boards of every regulatory commission and statewide clean-up-the-economy committee, or in the halls of Congress--where a bait and switch technique has been used before to bilk us of the ability to care?
Am I a dead weight to society?
I'll tell you who is. Lean in. I'll whisper it to you. It's anyone believing I don't matter, that you don't matter, that we are just mere tinder to be lighted and then expended.
The poor of this country are seldom thought about in terms that are real and cogent to the process of modern civility or calm fortitude.
Next time, I'll hope to tackle the states of confusion around our money (yours, ours, and mine, isn't it?), or how it's spent.
I thank the gentle reader for continuing to this end point.
Peace with Freedom, people.