I started becoming aware of the frauds that are the Red Cross when I was in Korea in'66. The Biscuit Bit*hes (they called themselves "Donut Dollies") that were in our mess hall once a month for "Coffee and Donuts and Morale" collected a quarter from each of us for the visit. Our coffee, our donuts, our messhall. Ugly Broads.
From there it got worse as I went along in life. $350 a unit for Blood for my grandfathers dying hospital stay. Charging some relatives for help after a tornado. B.S.!!!! They NEVER got a nickle out of me or my family after those exposures.