LAZY EBT PIGS (Or, TAXPAYER THEFT AT THE SAK 'N SAVE)

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First, I want to say that I have NOT abandoned this blog again. I hope to become regularly (or at least semi-regularly) active on it again soon. And I do have a lot of blog bit ideas on the back burner -- one or two of which are partially written already. The problem is that I currently have three active blogs and that's one too many. Something is going to have to get 86ed at some point.
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Now that the preliminaries are finished, it's on to the the main event. Are you ready to rumble?!...
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Yesterday, I was in my local Sak 'N Save. I hate this grocery store. Their prices are too high. They rarely have enough cash register lines operating. But most of all, I've lost untold hours of my life waiting 8-persons deep in lines behind illegal Mexicans! I would guess that at any given time, 50% of the store's customers are illegal aliens. (I don't use the word "undocumented" on this xtremely un-P.C. and unrepentant blog.) And I would guess that 85% of the store's customers are on Welfare.
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So, why do I still shop there? In a word, convenience. The store is so close to my abode that I can walk to it. The ONLY positive thing I can think to say about Sak 'N Save is that it was in this very store where I voted Donald Trump for president (and forced that "mentally enslaved moron" to remove his "Hillary Is My Homegirl" T-shirt, as I wrote about HERE).
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I picked up a few items at that store yesterday and found myself in line behind two White Trash-aged women. (You know how it's hard to tell the age of Trailer Park Women because of what all the booze, drugs, and cigarettes have done to their faces?) I'd gone in for a frozen dinner, a gallon of water, and some sunflower seeds. But while waiting in line, I also picked up a dose of mad.
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First of all, these two women were paying for their groceries with an EBT card. "Electronic Benefit Transfer" cards is just a fancy way of saying "Welfare", and Welfare is just a fancy way of saying "theft from the Working Class taxpayers".

Secondly, let me tell you that neither of these women had missed a meal in awhile. Yes, they were overweight. How poor could they be? In my book, they were both at least 40 pounds too wealthy to be eligible for Welfare.
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Apparently, someone at the Trailer Park was celebrating a birthday because one of the items they were purchasing was a custom decorated cake that cost almost forty dollars. I've worked like a dog my whole life, never once been on Welfare, but I have NEVER had a forty dollar birthday cake! WTP?! (What The Phuq?!)
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And guess what else they were buying. No, guess!

They were also buying a big bottle of Cactus Poison:
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I don't recall the actual brand of Tequila they were purchasing -- Patron, Jose Cuervo, Fozzie Bear's Pechoolo Especial -- it's all Cactus Poison to me. Thankfully, they were unable to use their EBT card for the hootch; THAT had to come out of their own pocket, not mine.
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But here's the part that really gave me a case of the mads:

Miss Trailer Park #1 couldn't remember the Personal Identification Number (PIN) for her EBT card, so she asked Miss Trailer Park #2. However, Miss Trailer Park #2 didn't know it. So then Miss Trailer Park #1 hollered over to a third friend, whom I was unaware of because she was sitting about 25 feet away. And from her seat in front of the slot machine that she was playing, Miss Trailer Park #3 shouted back the PIN.
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You got that? These women make so little money (probably don't have one job between the three of them) that they qualify for "theft from the Working Class taxpayers", and yet they can somehow afford to drink lots of Tequila, eat $37 custom-made cakes, gamble money on slot machines, and remain at least 40 pounds overweight.
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And some mentally defective jerkoffs out there still can't figure out how Donald Trump got elected president.
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There's nuttin' wrong with most Marxocrats that a 60 I.Q.-points upgrade and a hundred dollars couldn't fix.
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~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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