And yo're friends with that piece of shit? put two in 'em for the good of all tax payers.
He's figured out what we all want, apparently. Getting something for nothing. The kids get a notebook on their birthdays, and some pencils on christmas. The wife can benefit because now that her uterus is hanging from her groin by the Fallopian tubes, she has a place to hide the remote. It's a win-win.
Let me tell you, on the other hand, who I DID stand up to. I dropped a client who is an operating non-profit out of Bridgeport. These fine folks take in liars. Flat-out liars. Every week, they have a food bank, where conversations frequently go like this:
"What's your name, sir?"
"Freight Train." (Cleveland show reference, but some other silly negro name instead)
"And how many in your house?"
"Fo."
"Last week you said you had three."
"I got Fo"
"Ok Freighttrain, take 8 bags of groceries."
"uh huh" <crip walks away>
This same place, after the few bad storms we have received, told all it's indigents that they could go to Waterbury Social Services,"... because there is a woman working there named 'Sharnice' who will accept any claim for lost property. Tell them your roof is damaged, and she'll get you at least $1500"
But Sharnice only lies for other blacks, "..so be sure your boyfriend goes and does it."
Upon reporting Sharnice to whatever Waterbury authority I could (I'm "friends" with those assholes as well) nothing was done. Sharnice is still a champion of black gimme-gimmes.
Also, on any given day I drive the oldest car in the parking lot.