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I have seen dirt poor people in Appalachia and rural areas who didn't have shoes or good teeth. Or enough food to eat, for that matter. Kids going to bed hungry, no medicine or healthcare when sick. Just heartbreaking. Not really with-it enough to work the system and no one who cares enough to help them. This kind of poverty is a lot of things. Funny? Well, that's not one of those things.
I was helping some of these people outside of a town called Gee's Bend years ago. A little girl named Mae. Rotten teeth, dirty clothes, barefoot (HAHAHA!) and dying of leukemia. Her dad lost his job when the coal mine closed. Sold his blood, collected aluminum cans off the roadways, and did odd jobs to make ends meet. It was a meager living, if you can really call it living, that is.
Anyway, we got the girl to Chidren's Hospital in Birmingham. She was so self-conscious of being poor, and wearing tattered clothes, and going to "the city" where people would laugh at her, that we stopped and got her a dress and some shoes on the way. It made her happy. Treatment wasn't in time, though. I would visit her when I could at her foster family. She missed her mom and dad but they just couldn't take care of her. It was a hard decision, but looking back, I think it made things worse. She kept asking if I would make sure she was buried in her "pretty dress" I bought her when she died. Local Rotary got her a casket and a head stone.
So, you sit there on your naugahyde lazee-boy and you keep yucking it up over the mind-searing agony that real poverty doles out to those less fortunate, and I will continue to take you to task for your mean-spirited horseshit, you mouth-breathing fucktard.
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