As I see the people on social media who are angry because the government is changing the rules so that people on food stamps/EBT can’t use it to buy luxuries like soda and junk food, I am reminded of an argument that I got into with my ex-wife’s sister about 13 years ago. What started the argument was me being upset with this picture:

She said that she, who is on handouts, should be able to experience going out to eat like families anytime they want. She went on to tell me that I should stop complaining about EBT and be happy that I was getting paid to go to school and that I didn’t have to deal with struggles like some families do.
I hate this. The recipient class in this society sees the successful life that I have and thinks that I didn’t have struggles. This entire generation today (puts on old man hat) thinks that nothing happened before they were born, and they are the first ones who ever had to struggle or work for anything.
I was homeless- twice. Once, about a year after I was discharged from the Navy. The second time was just after my divorce. I didn’t receive, ask for, or want free handouts from anyone. Instead, I worked my ass off. Was I getting paid while I was in school? Sure was, but that was through student loans (which I paid back) and my pension (which I earned and contributed to while I was working).
Instead of sitting around on handouts and doing nothing, I worked hard. At times, I had three jobs AND went to school. I still have more than one job. Was it difficult? It sure was. I eventually earned several college degrees and got myself out of poverty.
What was my reward for all of that? Now I get to pay nearly half of what I earn and I am forced to watch as others post videos of themselves using my tax dollars to buy soda, steak, and lobster.
When I am watching those videos, a part of me is excited, thinking of how much fun it will be to watch them starve when it all comes crashing down. Then reality hits, and I think of how far I will fall as well.