I'm standing at the corner of State and De La Guerra in Santa Barbara and a gold-rimmed Mercedes slides up. Inside, the driver in a sharp blazer and dashing turtleneck leans to his window to ask:
""'Scuze me, can you tell me where the welfare office is?"
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THAT is priceless and typical. We've lost our house, struggle to pay our utilities, worry about where our families next meal will come from, all because of a medical hiccup, yet the state tells us we make too much money for food stamps. Great system we have.
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