The end of the line
It's time to kick some lazy butts to the curb. 5,000 evacuees face end to free lodging.
For those who were even too lazy to get an extension, the end of the gravy train is today. If, after 6 months, you haven't found a job, then you aren't looking or you are so unqualified for the ones you are applying for, it works out to be the same thing.
It's time for these people to get a job and get some housing of their own. I am sick and tired of people with the mindset of "It's my job to make babies and it's your job, Mr. Mayor, to take care of them."
I don't want to hear the bellyaching from these people. If you have a job, then you should be able to afford to live on your own, without government assistance. If you are dumb enough to try and support a family with 3+ kids on a minimum wage job, then you better get smart and fast. Pick up a second (and third) job and pay your own way. Unless you have a physical or mental impediment that limits your job opportunities, you should be able to support yourself. Hell, I have a mental impediment and I am supporting myself, with all of my disability income going to support my family.
And I'm not complaining, I'm doing the best that I can. While I would love to go back to work full time, I know it's not happening any time soon. With my bipolar, too much stress would send me under my desk screaming and crying. And this comes from a guy who used to eat stress for lunch.
I may be broke, but I'm not poor. One is a temporary state of being, the other a permanent mindset. Know the difference and you can cure both by finding a job.