I blame you, Pikachu.

So, I'm sitting in my Human Services class, seething with rage while the other twenty-five students rant about how the big mean government won't give them food stamps. How the nasty right-wing victim-blamers think that you made a mess of your life, and you need to clean it up. The government is not doing its job - it's not taking care of everyone. Don't stop reading; I promise this isn't going to turn into an economic policy rant. It's not even going to turn into a shameless Ron Paul commercial. Because, last night I sat there and watched this council of women (there's one man in the class, and he keeps petty quiet), mostly over thirty (mostly over forty, really) rant about how they don't have enough time or resources or money or food or anything else. And at first I think, "Well, I'm sorry your a single mother of TWELVE or whatever and your kids are all stupid and fat and lazy [these are literal parental complaints - all of those things are the schools fault, of course], but, you know, that's what happens when you screw everything with a pulse. It's NOT the governments job to help you."Then it hit me: I am the problem. It's not the government's job to help all these people eat and care for their children. It's the church's job. Oh God. The government is being forced to do the job of the CHURCH. And, you know, they can't possibly do it. WE should be TITHING our MONEY. Oops. Turns out roughly 3% of Christians do that. Problem? Yes ma'am. What about our TIME? Seriously, I've been thinking about this a lot lately. I'm finding that I'm willing to give some of my time to some God-ish things, but for real, I want to play spider solitaire. I don't know where this is going. I'm hopped up on cold medicine and, well, the cold. So, tell me if I'm wrong, tell if my grammar sucks, whatever. But I feel convicted. I feel like I need to do more.