A few days back my mother called me a “bleeding heart liberal” – while I was taking her to lunch on her birthday, no less! The conversation started out briefly talking about gay rights, having come up after I wondered out loud if my cousin who owns a Chick-fil-A restaurant had had any problems lately.
It quickly dissolved into a deba…, um, ‘discussion’, over homelessness and hunger, and poverty in general. Our talk revolved around “entitlement programs,” laziness, mental health, general government “interference,” – all kinds of happy topics.
Of course her stance was that people should take responsibility for themselves and not just be looking for handouts. “Look at how many people on welfare you see with cell phones.” As if that one criterion determined that a person must not be poor if they can afford a cell phone. Or her comment about the things people buy in a grocery store with food stamps. Needless to say, my point in trying to suggest that maybe things aren’t always as they seem is when I got labeled (I’m a registered Republican, by the way). Continue reading