Paul Ryan is back at it, worrying about the virtue of people who weren’t born into money, like him, who didn’t marry more of it, like he did, who don’t have a job that’s essentially a sinecure with a guaranteed pension and the promise of well-remunerated second career as a lobbyist, a member of a think tank, or at TV talking head should they lose the sinecure or decide to give it up, like he has. He worries that government programs that would keep them from starving or freezing or from having to live on the street are also keeping them from taking responsibility for themselves and therefore might keep them out of heaven.
Better you meet St Peter sooner after having taken responsibility for yourself by dying of a disease that could have been cured had you had access to government supported health insurance than go to hell later having irresponsibly and lazily lived to see your grandchildren graduate from college.
Nice of him to worry like that, considering he’s a stooge for a class of people who refuse to accept they have responsibilities for anybody but themselves.
Not my problem.
What’s it to me?
You should have thought of that before.
I got mine, you get yours.