Wow. I dont think you understand just how awful a thing you just said, because I can't picture a person who did and would knowingly say it. But maybe you're right. Whatever you think I should do for my mother, and my brother, now imagine what you're not doing for that homeless guy who has no family, and who you don't think deserves forty dollars worth of discretionary money. Tell me how you sleep at night knowing that your vote is for him to get even less.
Then we can talk about how I've spent my money, driving three hours and fifty dollars each way round trip on the weekends to pick her up so she can see her grandson at least once a month, searching for my homeless and severely mentally ill brother in california who got caught up in the legal system when the cops tired of tazering him for trespassing and siced a k9 unit on him, then when he freaked out and hit the dog, he got jailed for felony assault on a police officer. Tell me how I should have spent more money on him, after repeatedly trying to get him back here, spending thousands to do it. Tell me how spending my weekends trying to find him a place while he was so traumatized between jail, post traumatic stress, severe paranoid schizophrenia and psychosis, that he would literally wake up howling in the middle of the night, and can't think without talking aloud, tell me how I should have spent that time better. Tell me how I should be spending this weekend, instead of going out to get him groceries, and some clean clothes, and some basic housewares, so he can move in with a roommate who is going to do his best to deal with my brother for as long as possible, when my brother literally doesn't have a single change of clothes that fit him aside from the ones he's wearing right now. Tell me how I shouldn't take my son down there so my mom can see him, and take her grocery shopping the way I try to do every time I can get down there, even though its hard enough to truck kids around on local errands. Tell me how i should juggle that with a job, and a wife, and a lawn that needs mowing, and a baby who i will only get to spend twenty nice summer days with as a one year old in my entire life, and i have to give up most of one of those days every time i hop in the car, just like I've picked her up for every major holiday since she, in a particularly bad day many, many years ago in her own bout of mental illness, literally gave her car away without telling me, because she didn't thin God wanted her driving anymore and she needed to focus more on prayer. Tell me again how much you know about my life, you miserable ****.