Trampled Underfoot:
Blah blah blah.
Then act like it.
What rot gut.
From the Trampled Underfoot dictionary:
Compassion: Forced, compulsory 'charity' through taxes. (Because the gov't knows how to allocate your hard earned money better than you do)
Stinking pile of dog crap.
It is no wonder that DC is filled with jackasses when idiots like you vote them in.
Compassion?
I give 10% of my monthly income (wife and I combined) to charity. Every month since we were married.
My family goes to a soup kitchen on Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve to serve food.
Every Christmas, i get a list from a local orphanage from a county over. One gift for each kid. And we give a gift to the orphanage.
Last week, after picking produce for the CSA and filling all the boxes, there was plenty of food left over. Rather than selling it at a local market, I took 120 pounds of fresh produce to the soup kitchen that I serve at on the holidays.
My mom was diagnosed with Parkinson's very early in her life. My father and my wife and I are her daily caregivers. I am active in fundraising for Parkinson's Disease and serve as the secretary for a local Parkinson's support group.
My best friend's wife is in her 2nd remission from breast cancer. I am active in fundraising for breast cancer research as well.
Are you sure you want to tell me how I sure act, Trampled?
Blah blah blah.
Then act like it.
What rot gut.
From the Trampled Underfoot dictionary:
Compassion: Forced, compulsory 'charity' through taxes. (Because the gov't knows how to allocate your hard earned money better than you do)
Stinking pile of dog crap.
It is no wonder that DC is filled with jackasses when idiots like you vote them in.
Compassion?
I give 10% of my monthly income (wife and I combined) to charity. Every month since we were married.
My family goes to a soup kitchen on Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve to serve food.
Every Christmas, i get a list from a local orphanage from a county over. One gift for each kid. And we give a gift to the orphanage.
Last week, after picking produce for the CSA and filling all the boxes, there was plenty of food left over. Rather than selling it at a local market, I took 120 pounds of fresh produce to the soup kitchen that I serve at on the holidays.
My mom was diagnosed with Parkinson's very early in her life. My father and my wife and I are her daily caregivers. I am active in fundraising for Parkinson's Disease and serve as the secretary for a local Parkinson's support group.
My best friend's wife is in her 2nd remission from breast cancer. I am active in fundraising for breast cancer research as well.
Are you sure you want to tell me how I sure act, Trampled?