Dickey, you gotta be built like a brick shit house, cause man you are thick. That's not what Bobert or Janie or dianavan was saying. Man, what's it take to get through to you?
Read slowly what dianavan just posted. No one has said anything about handouts.

Read again


Inside the ghettos dwells the greatest of crimes
Where kids with no hope are serving their time (KIDS WITH NO HOPE)
Where they're shocked into feeling that life has no price (FAMILY VALUES)
They live and they die no tomorrow (LIFE BECOMES WORTHLESS)

With no higher learning, no place they can turn
They see daily the wealth from crime they can earn
They're under the gun every time that they turn
And we ask why they have no values (YOU ASKED ABOUT FAMILY VALUES)

Their language is foreign, their culture is strange
There's slight chance for survival outside of a gang
To get life from drugs beats the pain of no change
There's no light at the end of their tunnel (AGAIN, NO HOPE)

There's abuse of all kinds that runs rampage with rage (A SELF FEEDING NEVER ENDING CYCLE)
And the cycle runs deeper with each passing age
Until lock them away is all we can say
They've been locked away all of their young lives (LOCKED INTO POVERTY)

We'll draw cheap labor from them that'll slave
And watch while we help the rest into the grave
Keep them from good health, good schools and good wage
And HOPE that there isn't a backlash

So now let us finish and shake hands with our fate
And don't be surprised when you're a victim of hate
What they've been robbed of, to you they'll relate (YES< ROBBED OF)

You'll be hunted as prey by your victim

It's all there Dickey. In studies of the slave rebellions during slavery times it was found & known that if you leave a flicker of hope for a slave they will not revolt they will grasp for the hope. It's only when hope is gone that they will rise up & rebell, they no longer have anything to lose. That's the same life that one lives when in constant povert, there's a flicker of hope. Then it gets quashed and you have pretty much lost that person. Like depression, they lie in bed & can no longer function like you or I. You think it's easy to wake up & live when your living like that, like I said you fight every day, you fight for survival, you fight just to keep breathing, you fight to stay healthy, you fight to learn. Many, many just can't keep fighting for that long. They just die by the wayside. They get lost in drugs & booze or gambling or just become lost on the street. Send them to school to be fed? That gets them by for a couple hours & then they're gonna need something else, because their worrying & wondering where am I gonna get my next survival need filled. What planet are you from? You pull these stats off the internet, you might as well pull a rabbit out of you ass for all that's worth. You haven't a clue as to what your spouting off about. You think that some offer of a decent meal & a trip to some unversity & a cheap room will do the trick. Your as far out in left field as you can get. Go home try & raise some goldfish or get a puppy from the animal shelter, go do some good where you won't be in the way. We had a saying as kids, "you can take the boy out of the getto but you can't take the getto out of the boy". My step father finally moved us from the housing projects when I was about 15, I was already drinking & using hard drugs. I went to sleep to the sounds of gunfire at least once a week, today it's evry other night. In the suburban high school I went to I fough at least once a week for nearly the 1st year because I was different, poor, didn't dress like them, didn't talk like them even though we were probably only 5 miles from where I had come from. I came from a school of hard knocks, I stayed back that 1st year because I had no idea of what they were teaching. I wanted to go back to where I came from, back to people that understood me, back to where I was good at what I did & excepted, back to the shit pile & the hell hole. But luckily we couldn't go back & I just kept fighting every day. No one bothered me after a while because I had no values, I was close to being lost myself, didn't much care about anything. It was easy for me to wack someone with a board or a pipe. These middle class kids were easy pickings. I did try to push my way into college, I couldn't get excepted, until finaly I made it into night school. I had to work to survive that always comes first. I couldn't pull it off. I just couldn't afford the books. Well I did fight & I did survive & I did pull myself away from the poverty, but I left behind every one I ever knew that I knew as a kid. I know of no one from those days that made it out. I do know that many of them are dead. You think that things have changed that much since, NOT, they've gotten worst. There are more people living without that hope now than back then (50's & 60's & some of the 70's). There's less of all of what Janie & Bobert were talking about today. I see it, I know it, it's in the news every night, I remember it & it's uglier today than it was back then.
Dianavan just put it in a nut shell. If you want to go look at a breakfast program in the works visit a "Head Start" program & ask the teachers how's it going, ask them when they last saw a raise in their funding, ya they still feed them & they do try to do the best they can but ask them how's it going & you won't post another stat again.
You'd be better off just not thinking about poverty anymore.
What's in your wallet, HaHa.

Now that that's off my chest

Sorry that I felt like being so direct & blunt but I got tired of reading some of your trash.



Barry