Compassion, I assume meaning food and shelter given altruistically without work being done for the caregiver, is best reserved for the ill, the irretrievably mentally deficient, and the handicapped. We may, or very likely will join those ranks at some point in our life, so I advocate for that.Since no one is asking this Ballsvalve, I will. Where is your compassion? Anyone of us is only one step, one pay check, one adverse event including a illness, from being homeless, jobless, and depending on welfare and others' help.
When compassion is distributed without hard 'tests' of the individual, society ends up with these gigantic beasts that have to go sideways through the aisle of the Wallymart, with the checkout lane filled with entirely precooked and packaged food filled with corn syrup, chocolate and 80% packaging.... And frightening concoctions of chips in bags like bushel baskets. Flushed down with sodas the size of fire extinguishers.
Since my back is blown out from moving too many rocks and trees, it's very frustrating to see these 300+ pound later day mammoths glide easily on legs the size of treestumps - because their knees never hit the dirt to plant a row of onions, or climbed a ladder. Sofa to microwave to store - repeat for 65 years.
Compassion needs many checks and balances, and without a program to teach work ethics, our society will continue to slide into oblivion.
I really think that a work gang of 20 inner city kids would benefit from a summer in the forest. Potatoes cooked in the coals of the brush pile fires. Fresh roadkill rabbits and squirrels and deer cooked on a spit daily. Tents without tweets. Drinking WATER as a novelty. Teach a few to collect the local edible wild greens.
Nothing like skinning a deer to teach one the true source of his Denny's ribs and popeyes chicken.
I'll just bet that 10 of those would rejoin society with real jobs after boot camp.
Lots of jobs available in Kansas cutting up hogs and chickens that are now filled with illegals - because "compassion" was mis-applied, and ambition was squashed.
Adversity is still the mother of invention. Ask those guys in kansas that crawled through the desert to get here and were raised on home ground corn meal in a mud shack.