SNAP benefits. The “Let them eat cake” moment.

top view of vibrant fresh produce market stall
I love looking at grocery stores from other countries. If I was a billionaire, I’d just visit folks all over and cook them a meal from their local store.

Disclaimer:

I have been homeless and on food stamps before. I realize I may have a different take than everyone who walked by me and tried not to look at me in my life. But that’s what you’re here for, right? Let’s do it.

The French Revolution, again?

While I realize the French Revolution was a long time ago, “let them eat cake,” isn’t. It’s come up for me a lot, like when talking about SNAP.

Trump sucks. This is an instrumental song about that.

What I know.

There’s a lot of folks crazy about their numbers on social media but don’t know the population in the U.S. They often don’t even know how many Supreme Court judges there are. They don’t know an average income or an average of nights a year an average of kids go to bed hungry. They don’t know the important numbers. Just their numbers.

This is from 2023 and even though it’s bad, these folks had SNAP. How does this change now?

Likes and shares = dollar bills but not really.

This is how rich folks are with money. They do not care how much is available for everyone else. They simply care about their numbers. It’s almost as if the rich folks gave poor folks social media so they could talk their numbers somewhere it wasn’t annoying. Poor folks latched on to it, started caring about numbers of their own too. The poor folks got robbed here. Their numbers are meaningless, rich folks still have the power.

Homework for me.

When the presidential regime wants to cut numbers from poor folks, they’re thinking starvation, they’re thinking trauma. They said as much. Why they don’t think that’s bad? I don’t know yet. Stay with me, it’s on the list. My theory is they’re very bad at thinking and that has everything to do with everything. Diving into it soon.

Queen and guillotine can rhyme and I don’t think that area of language has been explored enough for my tastes.

The deal with cake.

Back to the French Revolution, many scholars think “Let them eat cake,” didn’t come from a place of meanness, per se. See, they ate brioche and cake in the castle when they were out of bread. She was simply unaware when she said it, if Antoinette said it at all. Tons of scholars these days doubt she even said it. Funny, her most famous quote. Probably didn’t even say it. There’s more to this French Revolution thing than I thought!

Sometimes I look back for answers, sometimes forward. Today I read the Supreme Court goes along with the trump regime on cancelling SNAP benefits and I get concerned this has been a goal all along, like since the French Revolution.

When folks talk about going hungry, I get sad and think of this song.

Starvation is the ultimate poverty.

Starvation is ultimate poverty and it should never happen these days. But I’m afraid we haven’t seen the last of starvation, probably never will. Why?

How high and mighty do you have to get to not care about folks starving to death? Is there a number? Unless you get about so many million, for example, you don’t experience feelings of guilt and motivation to help with starving folks? Does it work that way? Is it living in ultimate comfort the culprit? 

This was a cartoon from the Reagan era. He did a lot of damage to the minds of folks painting poverty black. He should have painted it gold.

Get a job

I’ve even heard folks at trucks-stops say starving folks need to get a job. What does a job have to do with merely existing at the lowest level of income? It’s not like they’re in med school are holding out for a payday. What to do poor folks have to hold out for here? Guess what? That’s un-american.

poster for us army recruitment
I’ll talk someday about my thoughts I’ve collected on the military. I was in the Navy, homeless shortly after. I have thought about ties to the military and poverty. The whole, “industrial military complex” thing is very real. I have lived it.

Life, liberty, yada-yada

The U.S. has a core principle about freedom people always quote: “Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.” This always struck me as stupid because you need a good breakfast for all that liberty shit and why not start there unless you’re starting out rich? In that case, your slogan is, “more life, more liberty, more happiness at the expense of everyone else.”

We collect shit. Why is that? Do we think it will come in handy after we die? Isn’t that dumb?

I can’t tell you how many folks l’ve talked to who think their life experiences are about collecting things or money. They make important occasions out of significant boosts in income or windfall profits. You realize if you have record profits, someone else is taking a hit, right? Why celebrate that? You have it easy and they don’t? Fucking jerks.

rugged cowboy riding a rearing horse in sunset
The absolute coolest most fabulous cowboys I’ve ever seen and met were Italians. Take that, John Wayne.

Making a name for yourself.

American culture is about making a name for yourself in some ways. Coming from humble beginnings, the story goes you rise to the top with hard work and perseverance. My contention is, that does not happen if you are constantly worried about rent or food. You are purposely being held down with a boot to your neck being told by folks in power you’re not working hard enough. (Tell them to fuck off.)

Then they cut SNAP benefits. (Tell them to fuck off, again.)

a hand blocking the dominoes
I like that the photographer used what appears to be a woman’s hand to stop the madness. I think that’s pretty accurate. I just don’t trust old rich dudes anymore. at all.

It is impacting other businesses, how is that “good?”

I know folks now in real estate who aren’t getting paid because their tenants have to buy food. So when you cut the food source to a major source of income, other folks hurt too, even well-off ones. I think at least Russel Vought knows this. Trump might not, but he doesn’t know a lot. Vought saw this impacting real estate. I wonder what else he sees.

I feel pretty right about all of this. Happy to talk anytime. I super enjoy emails from readers and listeners. Even if you say, “hi,” it brightens my day. Consider being pen pals. Thanks. [email protected].

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me playing bass for Sadie.
My name is Kelly and I like playing bass for my chiweenie dog, Sadie.