It's Working Poorly For Me.

No one. Absolutely no one, that works 30 - 40 hours a week should need to be on food stamps or any form of governmental assistance.
This amount of work should garantee, at the VERY least: room, food, medical, clothing, leisure time and still leave something for retirement. Something to set aside for a rainy day. 

Two people working should be enough to set aside something for family planning.

No job is just for one class of people. Fast food, barista, waiter. No, no, and no. Service jobs are vital to what you do every day. These people deserve respect. Deserve living wages.

No one deserves, or should be allowed, to make more than 250 times what their lowest paid employee makes. I know. How unAmeican of me. 
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But be honest with your self. You make $9 an hour and the big boss makes $2250 an hour. Don't you think that would be enough. $45,000 a month a half million a year?

The answer is...

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