You Should Know This
The Cato Institute released an updated 2013 study (original study in 1955) showing that welfare benefits pay more than a minimum wage job in 33 states and the District of Columbia. Even worse, welfare pays more than $15 per hour in 13 states. According to the study, welfare benefits have increased faster than minimum wage. It’s now more profitable to sit at home than it is to earn an honest day’s pay.
Hawaii is the biggest offender, where welfare recipients earn $29.13 per hour, or a $60,590 yearly salary, all for doing nothing.
Here is the list of the states where the pre-tax equivalent “salary” that welfare recipients receive is higher than having a job:
1 Hawaii: $60,590
2. District of Columbia: $50,820
3. Massachusetts: $50,540
4. Connecticut: $44,370
5. New York: $43,700
6. New Jersey: $43,450
7. Rhode Island: $43,330
8. Vermont: $42,350
9. New Hampshire: $39,750
10. Maryland: $38,160
11. California: $37,160
12. Oregon: $34,300
13. Wyoming: $32,620
14. Nevada: $29,820
15. Minnesota: $29,350
There are 13 more all with annual benefits that exceed 21,999.00
Did You Know?
The only place in the universe where a flag flies all day, never goes up or comes down, never flies half-mast and does not get saluted, is the moon.
Chapter 2 The Rednak Chronicles
Not too long back, I went up to Carolina for a distant relative’s funeral. I got to see everybody including Cousin Albe A. and his sister Alweeze A.. ‘Bout every relative we got goes to these things cause we’re a clannish bunch I guess, or maybe it’s just that none of us have much of a social life except for the clan.
There could be some truth to this since one branch of the Rednak’s family tree looks more like a basketball hoop than a tree! Ever heard of double first cousins? Most of the politicians and civil service workers, the family claims, come from this segment. But, that’s another story altogether.
At the wake those who wern’t too drunk already, gathered around Great Aunt Idabin A. while she made the appropriate entry in the massive, yellowed Bible. This artifact had survived the trip from the Old World, Slavic/Serbian foothills, to America and even more amazingly had survived the two brothers that brought it, Harmo and Milo. They came nearly two years after the Civil War and alighted in Charleston. Unlike so many of the thousands that came before and after them, great fortunes, nor huge successes, visited these two fellows. They just took off in slightly different directions along the same paths of simplicity they had followed from their Mother’s dirt floored hovel, on a Baron’s vast estate, in Eastern Europe.
In this segment of the brother’s lives they did two things that belied their simple nature and ensured the world of future generations of Rednaks:
First, they dropped two syllables, ending in a vowel, from their last name and later they both married some Anglo stock, which in succeeding generations provided better looks and brighter minds.
Harmo stayed on in coastal Carolina, but Milo struck out for the “frontier” in the Florida Territory. Florida’s history is recent. Also, there is as much unwritten as there is documented, probably more. Take settlements and communities that sprang up around various trade interests and then died out and completely disappeared in time. Many of these only survive in the memories of descendants or by rare reference in obscure manuals stuck away in someone’s attic or the back closet of dusty community libraries. So it is with the community of Milo’s Sink.
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A small township of sorts, called Milo’s Sink, sprang from this rural wilderness. And how it came to be named Milo’s Sink is probably the most significant chapter of Rednak family history.
Milo decided to build a house on a rise, closer to the settlement’s four houses down by the small un-named river. He made his decision one afternoon when Elizabeth, his wife, informed him that she had a cache of more than $200 she’d been accumulating for near ten years. Milo was shocked. For so long, he never imagined making more than seed and provision money from that land.
Milo had little grasp of financial matters and left the managing to Liz. With this house, he instantly got inspired and so did his wife. She made sure that the best carpenter in those parts, John Long, was hired to “help” Milo build the house. And so, Long built the Rednak’s little cracker home and Milo supervised.
All went well and Liz moved their meager belongings the morning the last nail was driven. She swung a broom like a dervish, pale clouds of dust rolled out the doors, front and back. Meanwhile, John Long crafted together the “shed house” with the quarter moon on the door. As soon as he finished, Milo insisted that he make a quick exit. Milo could do the diggin’ and complete this essential last addition to the new domicile himself.
Milo set to digging the pit close by the “shed house” so when the time for placement over the finished hole came, the distance would be short. He measured a hundred times - - making sure the hole didn’t end up larger than the
“moon room”. This had to be the most precise and demanding task Milo had ever undertaken - - - it had to be right!
As dusk worked toward darkness Milo was dressing the finished hole. He noticed that dirt was periodically pouring away at the bottom, but it had been dry, very dry, for a while, and he felt little concern.
Finally satisfied, he scrambled out of the hole. With renewed energy he wrestled the house over the pit, made a few grunting adjustments and stood back in the fading twilight to admire his work. He thought, Nuthin’ like the moment to initiate a project well done.
The door swung well and the seat had been sanded almost polish smooth. Milo slipped his suspenders and dropped his pants to sit down. Welcomed by the cool touch of glossy wood he shifted his weight gaining the most comfortable position.
Milo took a deep breath and sighing, released a resounding fart. FRUUUU- AH-PEEEEEET!!!! It could have been an angel trumpeting! In response, the Earth rumbled. A low, barely discernible growl - - - . Then a “Whoosh” , as tons of ground gave way. In those few seconds Milo was confounded.
Seconds later he came to slowly, realizing that he and the outhouse were at the bottom of a twenty foot deep sink hole.. He was covered in dust and naked from the waist down. The “shed house” was reduced to kindling, but Milo had landed - - still sitting on the wonderfully crafted seat! And the door with the perfect moon carving stood upright a few feet from him.
Liz came quickly from the house and realizing what had happened began to wail Milo’s name as she ran along the edge of the Florida crater. Milo, in a daze, dug around until he located his pants then managed to struggle out of the sink hole.
Liz patted, and rubbed, and looked him over thoroughly - - - not a scratch. Milo slightly soiled and groggy from the rapid decent seemed none the worse for wear. In fact, as the story was told for years afterwards, Milo lived ‘til 1929. The moral being, that just when even the simplest of things seem to be going “down” just right . . . . BEWARE! The bottom is about to drop out. This became known as Milo’s Law.
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