You, the WSJ, and the welfare Cadillac
So damned worried someone will have something.
Reminds me of some of my relatives and bones. Could have a mountain of them, but they're worried someone else might just get one.
Would rather see 'em starve.
And though it could be excusable in a dog, it ruins one's faith in the ultimate humanity of man. It just ain't there in some of 'em.
It's really too bad. Life only gets comfortable after one becomes aware they have enough. By definition. Have everything they need. And are grateful for that.
Arf