It's no one but your own fault your not wealthy
tell that to my dead veitnam war vet grandfather, who never was able to retire due to the jobs available where we lived not paying enough. Most jobs don't pay enough, and it's only getting worse. He died before hitting 55, a second heart attack. No healthcare to my knowledge. He constantly talked to me about work ethnic, he worked with my grandmothers horses, took care a giant amount of land, knew how to work a tractor, how to work with wood.
He died in a rotting mobile home. and I mean, ceiling coming apart. He worked constantly, both my grandmother and him. I would only be able to see them on the weekends, if that. As he was often off at work.
Wealth at this point, in the current circumstances, is something given to you at birth.
It doesn't matter how hard you work anymore. If your born in the bottom, and live in the United States, you will stay there.
I'm talking from experience, as I experienced two ends of the spectrum. I was born in absolute poverty. My mother was at work so often that she could not care for me when I was little. There was a few times we went homeless, in which my grandparents then took care of me for a year or so until my mother could find a stable place to live.
That changed when she met my abusive stepfather. The difference?
While yes, he worked as a miner. His family had three large houses in multiple states, could throw parties non stop. His mother and father was already retired, and frequently would play golf. And if he needed help, which was rare, they could easily provide it. They were finacially well off, for no real explanation other than accumulated wealth through generations.
The only times there was financial struggle was when he spent thousands of dollars on fantasy football.
When the two families got together once, well... it didn't end well. Stepfather's side of the family was constantly criticizing my grandparents telling them to work harder, don't be lazy, without any knowledge how many hours, they cranked into their jobs, resulting in what was supposed to be a get together in goodwill, to never happen again.
and if we just could get SNAP cut
Perhaps telling more of my life puts this into context.
After, well, my mom had enough, I was abused often under my stepfather. He had anger issues, preferential treatment to his children, I would often barricade myself into my bedroom, never leaving unless I absolutely had to. And I mean, if I had a dry mouth and needed water, or if I was hungry, I wouldn't get water or eat as long as it didn't prevent me from falling asleep.
A couple of months pass inbetween my grandfather passes, I'm not going to talk much since we would be here for a while if I explained what happened in those months. Just know that my mom and I moved, lost pretty much everything, sold everything we could part with in reason. She got a job, but the pay was so low, and she had a lack of savings, that we had to turn to snap for a few months. That's how we got food for a while. She hated it, she felt like she had to swallow her pride to do it.
Removing SNAP, removing those services would make those who really need the help, unable to get it. Removing those things doesn't create independence. It creates Dependence. If SNAP was removed, I don't think we would make rent in the apartment we got, and it was one of the cheapest we could find. We would have to fall back to my Uncle, who, to say the least, was borderline Financially stable enough to be retired.