Wednesday, August 24, 2011

drug testing for welfare

If i hear one more time how everyone is so glad that people getting welfare benefits are getting drug tested, i am gonna fucking scream.
First of all, i know a lot of single moms that get benefits from the state and there is no such thing as a free ride in OHIO.  People in need can sign up for a medical card or food stamp benefits with just proving that they are low income or no income and have children at home.  The misconception that the state is handing out money hand over fist is wrong.  To get any type of monetary benefits from the state of Ohio, you have to agree to a few things.
You first have to agree to find a job or agree to go to a job that they find for you.  That may be working at McDonald's or picking up trash around town.  If you have a job and don't go, you get sanctioned to where they take your cash as punishment.  The Ohio Works First Program is just that, you have to work to get your benefits.  And i don't call anything you work for FREE!
The second thing you have to agree to is Financial Counseling.  Now while we all could use some skills on stretching the dollar, i find it ridiculous to make someone go to financial classes when they barely have enough cash to pay their bills; how are they going to save for the future making minimum wage?
Another aspect of the OWF program is, they make couples go to counseling...Marriage counseling.  Now suddenly the state is an expert on what makes a marriage work.  I don't have a problem with the counseling aspect, i do have a problem with it being madatory.  You can't fix something unless it's broken and diving into someone's personal life is of no business of the State of OHIO.

Everyone is so hell bent on the people who receive welfare benefits taking a drug test before they get their benefit.  Fine....Great....but it's missing the real problem...by a mile.  It's been my experience that most single moms don't have time to party it up on illegal drugs or legal ones for that matter.
The real problem (that I see) around Hamilton, is the abuse of the Social Security system.  I see able bodied men and women getting 3 x's the benefits of the welfare program and no one is asking for a drug test from them.  They brag about how much they get for themselves and their kids; if a parent is "disabled" then so is their child and they get benefits also.  It has also been my experience and observation living on the North End that more than half of these S.S. people use drugs and are addicted.  Heroin use in this part of town has doubled in the past five years (thank u officer skippy) and there doesnt seem to be a decline in sight.  With the heroin use comes abuse of prescription pills; when they can't get their fix they resort to pills to take away some of the sickness.  And then there are the usual suspects that do their daily alcohol, marijuana and prescription pills. Oh, and let's not forget the crackheads....can't forget the crackheads!  Who is testing these people? Why aren't they tested? Social Security gives more benefit dollars then welfare but i don't see anyone drug testing their asses!
Why such a double standard?  You wan't to find some extra money for the United States in this shitty economy?  Write a letter to your congressman and ask why Social security people arent being drug tested!
I'm sick of taxpayer dollars funding the buzz for the lazy ass people of this town.  You want to start the day with a beer or a crackpipe in your hand? Great, but youre not gonna do it on my dime.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

me


by Lisa Mays Boyd on Monday, March 28, 2011 at 12:47am

its 2 a.m. and i'm still awake writing a song
if i get it all down on paper
it's no longer inside of me
threatening the life it belongs to
And i feel like im naked in front of the crowd
cause these words are my diary screaming out loud
and i know that you'll use them however you want to
But you cant jump the track
we're like cars on the cable
and life's like an hourglass glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand...
I'm not expecting for you to understand...how can you really know what is going on inside someone's mind. What i need is unconditional support while i try to sort through this.
I dont know why i am having such a hard time with depression this time; thanks to the marvels of modern medicine i really havent had to feel hardcore emotions for quite some time.
I guess there is only so much that even medication can do. I'm trying my hardest to pull myself out of this pit im in. It's difficult to see daylight and i'm not sure if i even want to
right now. Here in this moment, i am grateful i dont have a gun because i would have taken the chicken way out and been done with it. Dealing with Major Depressive Disorder is not funny,
it's not a joke. It's not the pun of the day to make fun of on facebook. It's the quiet disease that I am supposed to suffer with. One of my big triggers for meltdowns is losing someone or
feeling like im not being heard; which is the worst thing you can ever do to someone who has been abused...not listening to them. That's why it's so hard for me to trust anyone, even my
family. In the past two years, i have lost my home, my grandma who was always my savior in the middle of the night when i needed her, ive lost my church, friends and my beloved pets,
my babies. To anyone else this may seem trivial--Hey we all go through it, right?! Try going through it when anything bad that happens throws you into a tailspin so bad that ending your
own life seems to be the easiest thing ever to do. I have tried to look at the blessings in my life to keep myself going. But I go back to the same way of thinking...they would all be better
off without my life screwing up theirs. I'm getting this all down on paper, so it's no longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to. Please pray for me.

Done


by Lisa Mays Boyd on Sunday, May 29, 2011 at 1:04am

crap! because of all the running i had to do today DURING the cookout i didnt get to take any pics...i wont let that happen again. it was supposed to be a grillout for john and cassie but i ended up running errands for the person who was least interested in being with the family today...so much so, she had to put herself into a coma to be there. i'm just sooooo ....done....i'm so done...my alarm went off finally and i woke up...i'm done. I'm done coming to your rescue every time you call me to come fix the drama YOU created. I'm done letting you use the babies as weapons, so if i dont do what you like i cant see them. I'm done making excuses to family for how your acting. I'm done making excuses for my behavior; i don't have to answer to you. I'm done listening to you make HIM out to be the bad guy when youre right in it with both feet stirring up drama or creating it yourself. I'm dont letting you fight, argue and scream in front of my grandchildren; when you fight in front of a child, it changes who they are. I am living proof of that. I am done watching you treat your kids the way your biological dad treated you, as an afterthought. I am done watching my babies cry after me cause i had to leave them to get out of in the middle of the FIGHT that YOU created. I will always love all of my kids, but at this point... at this very moment...in this split second...I am DONE>
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ok, what kind of mother throws herself a birthday party, but doesnt give her One year old daughter a First birthday party? Or her six year old son for that matter? a selfish fucking bitch, that's who does that. when you become a mom, you sacrifice everything for your kids. they come first. instead of buying another cell phone, new outfits or fake nails, you take care of their needs and happiness first. It just goes to show, the only reason you had those babies was to get attention. now the attention is gone, they dont serve your purpose anymore. fuck you danielle. you need to grow the fuck up and realize its not all about YOU>