There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one’s safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask; and as soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions. Orr would be crazy to fly more missions and sane if he didn’t, but if he was sane he had to fly them. If he flew them he was crazy and didn’t have to; but if he didn’t want to he was sane and had to. Yossarian was moved very deeply by the absolute simplicity of this clause of Catch-22 and let out a respectful whistle.
Anyone who has been through the process of applying for, and succrssfully recieving SSDI, knows that every single step and element of the process is at least one, if not multiple Catch 22s.
Hey uh, here’s a real basic one:
Oh, are you homeless?
No permanent address?
You basically cannot apply for anything, anywhere, any kind of food assistance like SNAP, TANF, actual SSDI, Section 8…
You literally cannot even do step one if you’re already fucked out of a home.
This is why you really luck out if you can get into a shelter that lets you use them as an address, and also the staff isn’t stealing/opening the mail, or just maybe they lose half of it, or say you can’t have it now because your crippling injury meant you got back to the shelter 3 minutes after curfew, try next week, after it needs to already be sent back out again with a response, or you can’t apply again for 6 months.
Simultaneously, there are basically zero emergency housing resources for those who are not yet homeless, but going to become homeless soon.
Oh you’re not homeless yet? You don’t qualify.
Try again after your life has been ruined, no, we don’t try to stop lives from being ruined, we shuffle them around afterward.
Anyone who has been through the process of applying for, and succrssfully recieving SSDI, knows that every single step and element of the process is at least one, if not multiple Catch 22s.
Hey uh, here’s a real basic one:
Oh, are you homeless?
No permanent address?
You basically cannot apply for anything, anywhere, any kind of food assistance like SNAP, TANF, actual SSDI, Section 8…
You literally cannot even do step one if you’re already fucked out of a home.
This is why you really luck out if you can get into a shelter that lets you use them as an address, and also the staff isn’t stealing/opening the mail, or just maybe they lose half of it, or say you can’t have it now because your crippling injury meant you got back to the shelter 3 minutes after curfew, try next week, after it needs to already be sent back out again with a response, or you can’t apply again for 6 months.
Simultaneously, there are basically zero emergency housing resources for those who are not yet homeless, but going to become homeless soon.
Oh you’re not homeless yet? You don’t qualify.
Try again after your life has been ruined, no, we don’t try to stop lives from being ruined, we shuffle them around afterward.
Has to be the funniest novel I’ve ever read. So many moments that literally made me lol
It’s my favorite. I have a shirt that has the Russian edition cover on the whole front. Makes it even more ironic now.
You should read “The gospel according to Biff, Jesus’s childhood friend”