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On the perils of a life on the virtual dole... UPDATED and bumped!

From an email -
The problem with public housing is that the residents are not the owners.

The people that live in the house did not earn the house, but were loaned the property from the true owners, the taxpayers. Because of this, the residents do not have the "pride of ownership" that comes with the hard work necessary. In fact, the opposite happens and the residents resent their benefactors because the very house is a constant reminder that they themselves did not earn the right to live in the house. They do not appreciate the value of the property and see no need to maintain or respect it in any way.

The result is the same whether you are talking about a studio apartment or a magnificent mansion full of priceless antiques. If the people who live there do not feel they earned the privilege, they will make this known through their actions. The picture below illustrates the point…





The Resolute Desk was built from the timbers of the HMS Resolute and was a gift from Queen Victoria to President Rutherford B. Hayes.

It is considered a national treasure and icon of the presidency.

Mr. Obama, with all due respect, get your @#$% feet off our desk!

Of course, on that whole "earn the right to live in the house bit"...  Hey, he asked us if he could move in, and some of you gave him the keys, eh?

H/t, Robyn via Kevin - that said - anyone got a pic of Mr. Bush doing this - I'll put in there too!  Fair but slightly unbalanced, that's us!

Updated: Even though Frank hasn't figured out you can't post pics in the comments, he did point us to a picture of a previous public housing tenant putting his feet on the desk - via the sometimes amusing Wonkette.



Shame on both of you!  I hope we took a little something out of his deposit.  Yanno, like the Clintons, who's deposit we kept because it paid .0000000000000001% of the cleanup bill.  Those wacky kids!

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The Wun gets extra credit and satisfaction by dissing both the UK and the US with a single act.

Unworthy.
 
You give him too much credit for being clever in this regard, J(NTA). 

He's just lacking class when it comes to things like this.
 
My next door neighbor in my prior home, has been a pastry chef at the White House since Reagan's second administration.  Every time I see him I say: "Hey - How's things going down at the public housing"?

He always chuckles.

He has come to detest various temporary occupants of the housing project.  However, he says that his favorite so far were Bush 41.  George H and Barbara, he reports, were the most down to earth, grateful people he's been honored to serve.

If you look closely, you will see him at work in the attached video, of the following entry: HERE.

 
The left-wing blogs were all in a tizzy at the "faux" outrage of the "wing-nutters" on the right.

<img src="http://img.wonkette.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/bush-feet-desk.jpg" alt="W's feet on desk" title="W's feet on desk."/>

 
"He's just lacking class when it comes to things like this."

You can't 'lack' something you never had.
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A careful examination of the pictures is in order.  It appears to me that Mr. Bush has his feet on the glass and Mr. Obama has his feet on the desk.

That said, I believe that I can find more egregious examples of the current President's abuse of the Office.
 
it just shows that ALL you yanks lack class.*





*a big thank you to the armorer for making this low and obnoxious comment possible. 


 
I wonder how many other presidents have done that.  Ironically I live in public housing myself.

While some of the emailer's idea is true enough, broad brushing us all as disrespectful is wrong.  As for maintenance, that is irrelevant in rented housing of any kind because that's the owners responsibility and is not permitted.

When the alternative is the street it isn't too hard to appreciate public housing no matter how many problems it has.
 
I live in public housing too. Paid for by the taxpayer. :D

Half the light fixtures don't work, the carpet looks older than I am, and there are holes, marks and unidentifiable stains all over the (maybe?) white walls. Also, cucarachas. But it's *my* crappy little room. :D
 
Yup, Argent, Real Estate rules sometimes don't seem quite rational.  E.g., If you fix up the place, that makes it worth more, so you should pay more in rent. If you rent the place "as is", you are entitled to stop the landlord from making improvements.  Owhell, real estate law goes back several thousand years, in Britain, in France, in Rome, in Palestine, in Egypt...
 
the carpet looks older than I am

Oh, waaaaaah.

Saker, I have *socks* that are older than you are...

 
Bill, that says more about your lousy personal hygiene habits than about how old I am...
 
No, with normal care and washing, hand-knitted steel-wool socks will last a lifetime.

Try trimming your toenails instead of filing them into mini-tantos and see how long your peds last...
 
Dude - if you're wearing steel-wool socks, your toenails should be getting filed down on a daily basis!  And how do you keep them from rusting, pray tell?
 

His toenails?  All that embedded aviation grease.

 
Spare me.

MIL-L-23699 is *not* grease.
 
Turbine oil, grease, they're all the same. 

Well, they are as long as you aren't in the aircraft or along the line of fall....
 
Hah! Sez the guy who never put drippings from a pepperoni pizza into a sample bottle and sent it to the oil analysis lab to see if all those "Sample Normal" results we got from them were legit.

We figured it was okay to trust them after we got a message reading "Needs More Oregano"...
 

No, we sent in oil from my Motor Daddy's multi-lifted mudding truck and they told him that his engine was too small for the load he was putting on it and he should put in a big-block Chevy instead of the "wheezy" Ford product.

 
So, the cheap way to go was to stop letting you ride in the passenger's seat...?
 
I was 2/3rds the man then that I am now....  We were well below the half-ton limit.

Smartass.

That hurt.  sniff

 
I dunno about socks, but I have a perfectly serviceable short-sleeved shirt, mostly white but with a nice woven kinda-plaid pattern, which my Mom bought for me in oh, 1966, I think it was. It still fits, and sometimes I wear it to church.