That the most abused social program is “disability”.
Mama made some comment yesterday that after my grandmother had left this earth, she would have nothing to keep her back in West Virginia and she thought she would just “move South” (hopefully way farther south than I am), where she could “make more money anyway.”
“Make more money doing what?”
“It all varies by state. Some states just pay more when you’re disabled.”
“We have enough people on the dole down here.”
“The dole? What’s that mean?”
“People on food stamps and welfare and people who think they’re disabled.” I said frankly.
“Well I deserve mine. Ain’t all those people broken their tailbone twice like I have.” (31 years ago.)
“Mom, there are people in wheelchairs who work all the time.”
“Yeah but I can’t sit that long. Hurts my back.”
Now, I don’t begrudge any sort of social safety net for people who really need them. But the truth is, shouldn’t you have to have worked at something somewhere along the line before the gubment starts cutting you a check for “disability” (exceptions, naturally, for people who are born with truly disabling conditions)? Mama worked a month or two here and there when she was younger, but whatever physical injuries she’s had aren’t keeping her from doing exactly what she has done for the past thirty-some years–ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. If you never worked to begin with, why should the taxpayers be on the hook because you’ve finally found a doctor who declares that you aren’t fit for whatever hypothetical work you’ve never done anyway?
Of course there are plenty of people who have legitimately been injured such that they can no longer do the manual labor they used to. Training them to do a damn desk job has got to be cheaper than writing them a check for the rest of their lives, right? Am I missing something?