I get such a warm fuzzy feeling inside when I drive through the Section 8 housing (don't think that's the PC term anymore) they put up not to far from my house and see perfectly healthy young men sitting on their porches with their hats turned sideways, their pants hanging down, and their baby mommas with spawn enjoying the sunshine at noontime. It's truly nice to see them enjoying the taxes (about one-third) I pay from my pension check every month. Is that what I worked for? They're neighborhood's a mess, can't we at least get them some brooms with our tax money and make them clean up the place?