where the subject was "welfare" and they were interviewing people about it and featured one loon who I think was living, literally in a shack in Mississippi (or similar southern state), who was ranting and raving about "those people on welfare" ( "in the inner cities" ), and then the correspondent/interviewer/narrator filmed a mail carrier come and deliver the woman's "welfare check" and even confronted her about it, and she shrugged it off.
There are millions out there like that, the same type who like in Kentucky, insisted that they "didn't want no 'Obamacare'" but nobody better take away their 'kynect'" (which was the name of the ACA/Obamacare exchange in the state). 
They are suffering from a severe mass psychosis that has helped to lead to the destruction of this country.
LBJ nailed it over 60 years ago regarding these people (as I post often) -
Bill D. Moyers
WHAT A REAL PRESIDENT WAS LIKE
November 12, 1988
WHILE Lyndon Baines Johnson was a man of time and place, he felt the bitter paradox of both. I was a young man on his staff in 1960 when he gave me a vivid account of that southern schizophrenia he understood and feared. We were in Tennessee. During the motorcade, he spotted some ugly racial epithets scrawled on signs.
Late that night in the hotel, when the local dignitaries had finished the last bottles of bourbon and branch water and departed, he started talking about those signs. "I'll tell you what's at the bottom of it," he said. "If you can convince the lowest white man he's better than the best colored man, he won't notice you're picking his pocket. Hell, give him somebody to look down on, and he'll empty his pockets for you."
Some years later when Johnson was president, there was a press conference in the East Room. A reporter unexpectedly asked the president how he could explain his sudden passion for civil rights when he had never shown much enthusiasm for the cause. The question hung in the air. I could almost hear his silent cursing of a press secretary who had not anticipated this one.
But then he relaxed, and from an instinct no assistant could brief -- one seasoned in the double life from which he was delivered and hoped to deliver others -- he said in effect: Most of us don't have a second chance to correct the mistakes of our youth. I do and I am. That evening, sitting in the White House, discussing the question with friends and staff, he gestured broadly and said,
"Eisenhower used to tell me that this place was a prison. I never felt freer." For weeks in 1964, the president carried in his pocket the summary of a Census Bureau report showing that the lifetime earnings of an average black college graduate were lower than that of a white man with an eighth-grade education. And when The New York Times in November 1964 reported racial segregation to be increasing instead of disappearing, he took his felt-tip pen and scribbled across it "shame, shame, shame," and sent it to Everett Dirksen, the Republican leader in the Senate. I have a hard time explaining to our two sons and daughter -- now in their twenties -- that when they were little, America was still deeply segregated.
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