The WIC program has got to be one of the worst wastes of money anyone could come up with. For those who don't know, WIC stands for Women, Infants, and Children, though I like my definition better, since it is more appropriate.
The goal for this "WIC" shit is to make sure low-income women are able to get supplemental foods, such as milk, eggs, cheese, cereal, etc. for themselves and their children at the expense of the tax-payers. That's right, people. Because millions of sluts couldn't keep their legs shut, we are paying for their mistakes. Rewarding irresponsible sex is the name of this game.
Now, WIC comes in the form of special checks. You heard me bitch about checks before, but personal checks are nothing compared to these babies. Let's run down the list of all the shit required to process these paper warheads:
First, you must compare the WIC ID to the check to make sure they are authorized to use the check. Obviously, we wouldn't want beggars on the street getting free food that we, in our infinite wisdom, reserved for sluts and hoes.
Second, there are two dates on the check, between which the check must be used, or it is invalid. I really love it when bitches try to use five WIC checks six minutes before midnight on the last day (true story). The checks give these retards about a month to use them!
Third, a special code must be punched into the register to tell it that it is a WIC transaction. This is easy enough, unless you forget and scan an item first, which is a pain in the ass to fix.
Fourth, you have to pay attention to the list of items on the check. Yes, that's right. You have to read a damn checklist, because not all WIC checks cover the same products. Apparently, not all skanks are created equal.
Fifth, after the items are scanned, the check is to be filled out, and another special code must be entered to tell the machine that a WIC check is coming, which wasn't obvious from the fucking WIC transaction code! On top of that, the first of the two dates must be entered to verify that it is within the time constraints.
Sixth, feed the check into the endorser, complete the transaction, and tell the bitch to fuck off and never return. After all, you are trained to be polite to the customer.
I'm sorry, but all of this waste of time over checks is ridiculous. We don't actually have food stamps any more. We have cards similar to debit cards. So, why the hell are we still using checks for WIC, damn it! Actually, screw that, because WIC shouldn't even exist to begin with. If someone's child is in danger of starving to death, then let them die, and let the bitch mourn over her failure to deny the dick. If you have to be a leech, then you are not worthy of life, and you're probably not worthy of any afterlife that you may believe in.
I'm at church this morning, and the cantor (person leading everyone in song) is this woman who is tone deaf as all hell. Seriously, fingernails on a chalkboard sound more in tune than this bitch. I sing at church, and don't claim to be the next Pavoratti or anything, but I do have one of the better voices among the congregation. So the cantor decides to open her yap and belt out some horrid notes that were no where near what the organist was playing. I stood there, crossed my arms and stared directly at her. Well she saw me and it threw her off even more!
Then at the end of mass, some girl came up to the pulpit to invite everyone to the Catholic High School open house next weekend. Well this made the cantor feel she had to tell us that she went there and starts to tell a story. I, in my infinite wisdom, decided to give her the "wrap it up" sign. I thought I did it where she couldn't see, but I was wrong. As I was leaving the church, she chases me down and asks "Sir, do you like to sing?" I just kept walking and said no, and continued my beeline out of the church. I hear her say "Well I heard you singing to all the songs", which couldn't be farther from the truth. My father was, but it's not like she could confuse us. There were only 40 people or so at mass. I know she wanted to try and put the "If you think you can do better, than you do it" guilt trip on me, but I would have felt odd telling some middle aged skank to fuck off in the house of the Lord.
When I get into the truck, I tell my father what happens and he says "I know she can't sing, but you shouldn't have given her the sign to cut the commentary...but I'm glad you did". Nothing like being the spokesman for the mob!
Then at the end of mass, some girl came up to the pulpit to invite everyone to the Catholic High School open house next weekend. Well this made the cantor feel she had to tell us that she went there and starts to tell a story. I, in my infinite wisdom, decided to give her the "wrap it up" sign. I thought I did it where she couldn't see, but I was wrong. As I was leaving the church, she chases me down and asks "Sir, do you like to sing?" I just kept walking and said no, and continued my beeline out of the church. I hear her say "Well I heard you singing to all the songs", which couldn't be farther from the truth. My father was, but it's not like she could confuse us. There were only 40 people or so at mass. I know she wanted to try and put the "If you think you can do better, than you do it" guilt trip on me, but I would have felt odd telling some middle aged skank to fuck off in the house of the Lord.
When I get into the truck, I tell my father what happens and he says "I know she can't sing, but you shouldn't have given her the sign to cut the commentary...but I'm glad you did". Nothing like being the spokesman for the mob!
This is quite possibly the greatest commercial known to man! Enjoy!
On a side note, is it sad that I already have my 40 hours for the pay week, and it's only Tuesday?
Aww yea time for another random ass post about what the hell is on my mind.
I recently went thru soem cd's o mine and found this little gem.
I remember listenin to that while playin KI and maybe eating and or drinking something. Good times good times.
which made me remember i used to play KI on this network for the snes called xband. heres a pic.
For those of you not in the know, u hooked that up to a phone line and played really laggy competitive games.
We used to make an awesome "tower of power" by getting all the xband and game genies we could find and just keep stacking em. again good times.
So just remember, when ur sufing the net on ur dsl or cable that it was the dail up and bbs's that got this whole ball of wax rolling.....also Al Gore.
I recently went thru soem cd's o mine and found this little gem.
I remember listenin to that while playin KI and maybe eating and or drinking something. Good times good times.
which made me remember i used to play KI on this network for the snes called xband. heres a pic.
For those of you not in the know, u hooked that up to a phone line and played really laggy competitive games.
We used to make an awesome "tower of power" by getting all the xband and game genies we could find and just keep stacking em. again good times.
So just remember, when ur sufing the net on ur dsl or cable that it was the dail up and bbs's that got this whole ball of wax rolling.....also Al Gore.
Is anyone else sick of this alien flying saucer UFO shit yet? Sure it was cute for a little while back in the 1950s when they made the first sci-fi alien invader movies, starring midgets in little green uniforms. But by now, the dead horse has been beaten enough.
The worst of these E.T. worshiping assholes are the ones that go on FOX or ricki lake claiming that they've been abducted. "Oh, I was just watchin' Dr. Phil and these creatures came down from the sky in their flying saucer and beamed me up." WRONG! You live in a trailer park in Alabama, and your "abduction" was the inevitable result of a diet consisting of nothing more than twinkies and meth. And nobody wants to hear about how you were probed.
Just in case there are actually aliens out there flying around abducting people, lets just get the ground rules straight: If you abduct someone, you have to keep them no matter how vile they may be. There is no catch and release program. There are no refunds. You can't take a bite out of a chicken leg and then put it back onto the buffet. The same theory applies here. As soon as you fly your little saucer over and get your green ass involved, they're considered tainted goods and we don't want them back. Ever.
..Which brings me to the UFO thing. At what point did UFO become synonymous with flying saucer from outer space? That's stupid. It's unidentified flying object. If it's a flying giraffe, but you cant identify it, then that makes it a UFO. Just that. Not an alien space ship. Besides, there's always someone who can identify it even if you cant.
For example, an upside down Flying Weber Barbeque:
