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I have to comment on your rant about welfare because it hits close to home. My parents were divorced when I was growing up (they remarried when I was 18), and my father never paid child support. My mother couldn't afford to take him to court (we lived in PA and he lived in MO), so my childhood memories are of her working two, and sometimes three, jobs just to put food on the table and keep a halfway decent roof over our heads.
Before she got a second job, she applied for welfare and food stamps. She was told she made too much money (she was a bank teller) to get welfare, but she was able to get food stamps. After a while, they took the food stamps away from her, too. This really burned her up because, as a bank teller, it was her job to cash people's welfare checks. And they would come in to the bank in their fur coats, dripping jewels, or driving up to the drive-through teller in their Cadillacs and whatnot. And here's my mother just trying to keep her head above water.
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