Yeah, let's get it straight right now.

I grew up in poverty, as did everyone in my family. My grandfather is 100% kalpuya, a band of the northern paiute (he has never once gillnetted a salmon). I was raised by a single mother until I was eight years old, who never once drew welfare because the conditions back then to get a check was for welfare to take your child as a ward of the state until the mother could afford it (although we were poor, she still loved me more than anything). It was out of her control to not continue with her marriage after my birth and she also never collected a dime of child support. I've spent time in daycares. I have gone without food and shelter for periods of time, having to live with other poor relatives at times until my mother could break her way into the laborers union to get a decent sustainable wage, I have fought off rats in my bedspace. I have family members with birth defects that will never be able to make a wage for themselves and have noone in the family with enough money to cover the constant medical bills, which get into the hundreds of thousands regularly. Nobody plans on being in poverty, and sometimes it takes decades to fight your way out. My family has been working hard, very hard, for generations to build a better life for their children than the ones they grew up in. I have been working for as long as I can remember and in my teens it was pretty much required if I wanted new clothes for school, not to mention a car or gear for intramural sports or even extra money to buy fishing gear so I could get out and bring some cheap food home to put on the table. I have eaten so much salmon and venison that I can only eat salmon when it's smoked, or else it makes me sick. I contracted a disease when I was 16 that could not be diagnosed because we could not afford healthcare, and did get properly diagnosed until I was 26 yrs old. I have gay friends that have been beaten down on their way home for no other reason than because they were gay. So, it just so happens that all of the issues that you think you are arguing for that are going to make the world a better place are crazy, because again, you have no idea about the real world out there that some people have no choice to live in. I am proud of my family and their accomplishments. My generation has finally got to a point where they are superceding the expaectations of poverty stricken people and becoming lawyers and business owners like my self. But I still recognize that there are millions of people who were less fortunate than even me in my childhood and that there are people out there like yourself who's best answer is: f*** em for not planning ahead, let em die. So, it just so happens that the issues you have, with the people you have these issues with I have lived through and have first person knowledge of, (nearly every single one) where do you think I get my rhetorical questions for your ridiculous posts. And, when you attack those and call them "not fit for breeding" or ignorant and lazy for not helping themselves, you happen to be attacking me and my family, and growing up poor has taught me many things, one of them being that I stick up for mine and fight to the death for mine if needed. It is what makes me who I am today. I was fortunate to have a strong body to fight my way out with and I recognize that there are many who simply don't. You think I'm on the attack, when all I've seen is bull**** from you, because you are better off doesn't give you the right to condemn someone else for not having what you have. And until you can recognize that life deals some people a ****ty hand, and the only way out is to receive a little assistance, you don't know what the **** you're talking about.

I'm perfectly straight.