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“The Real Problem with Free Lunches? You.”

To the person that said, “I don’t want my Tax money to go toward free meals in school!

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So you don’t want to pay taxes so a kid can eat breakfast at school.


Because no one gave you a free meal when you went to school 60 fucking years ago.


Let me tell you something, you stunted, self-congratulatory miser:


If your biggest trauma is that no one handed you a banana muffin in 4th grade, you’re not a survivor. You’re just emotionally malnourished.


This isn’t about food. It’s about decency. And some of you have none left.


You wave flags and quote Bibles, yet throw a tantrum over a $1.85 carton of milk.


You’ll clutch your pearls over drag queens reading books but not over 7-year-olds trying to learn while their stomach growls louder than the school bell.


You’re not patriots. You’re petty tyrants, offended by kindness.


And don’t tell me it’s about taxes. You’ll send billions to militarize police, give tax breaks to billionaires, and subsidize oil companies—but feeding a kid? That’s where you draw the line?


You weren’t born heartless. You were trained to be.


Fed a steady diet of blame and fear and Fox News bile until your empathy shriveled up like a school lunch apple left in a locker over spring break.


Guess what? I don’t care if this rant makes you uncomfortable. I hope it does.


Because maybe, for one flickering moment, you’ll realize the enemy isn’t some 8-year-old eating Cheerios paid for with your sacred tax dollars—it’s you.


The adult who can’t stand to see someone get a break you never did.


The sad little bootlicker who thinks suffering builds character and sharing makes people lazy.


You’re not tough. You’re not righteous. You’re just cruel.


And the next time you brag about “hard work” and “personal responsibility,” remember:


No hungry kid ever made the rules. You did.


You made the world this hard—and now you resent the ones trying to soften the blow.


So if you’re still mad about free school lunches, let me offer you something to chew on:


You are what’s wrong with this country.


And may you choke on your bitterness.

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