I think you may want to re-evaluate your morals. Promoting anorexia is pretty much promoting suicide. It's horrifying.

If you are under any kind of major dietary restrictions, making it to the third week is considered a victory.

I think he can “tell” they’re using EBT cards by their skin color..

No pleasure of any kind for the lazy moochers. No soda. No chips. Can’t afford contraception or a baby? No sex.

Replacing, no. But once in a while everybody needs a pick-me-up, a treat can do wonders for your mood when you are feeling down because you work hard all day and still can’t afford to survive without assistance. Especially children. What kind of asshole is all “no kid, you don’t get to eat cookies on your birthday…

It’s not “If I can’t have it, no one can!” though.

And Ranch dressing. But off-brand, you leeches! OFF! BRAND!

In related news, Missouri State Representative Rick Brattin reveals that he knows nothing about (a) steak or (b) how grocery stores work.

Right??

“I have seen people purchasing filet mignons and crab legs with their EBT cards,” he said. “When I can’t afford it on my pay, I don’t want people on the taxpayer’s dime to afford those kinds of foods either.”

Shit’s nice! You can buy soooo much. 44 inch TVs. Jordans. Cadillacs WITH the rims, what ever you want. And all on taxpayers money. There is a catch, you have to be Black because only Black people are ever on food stamps.

This guy can’t afford steaks on his pay? Maybe he should educate himself and get a better job. Boot straps!

List of approved items;

You hear that, Poors? No seafood or steak for you! Who cares if those are foods that are extremely nutritious and give you the most bang for your nutritional buck? If you want to eat fish, stop being so poor already.

I’m solidly middle class and you bet your ass I raid the clearance meat section. YOLO.

what about 3 day old steak in the clearance section?

For what it's worth, I've politely and straightforwardly rejected guys before just like you've outlined here. . . and I can think of several instances where that polite, straightforward rejection was met with them calling me a "fat ugly bitch" or a "bitch" or other fun threats.