Thursday, April 30
Wednesday, April 29
Monday, April 27
Monday, April 20
Now I Am One!!
According to the April 7th, 2009 Intelligence and Analysis Assessment report released by the U.S. Department of Homeland Security - http://www.onenewsnow.com/Politics/Default.aspx?=490506 - the thousands of our fellow Americans who participated in the estimated 3,000 Tea Parties on April 15th or who express sympathetic support of the targeted dissatisfactions expressed at these rallies are considered to be "rightwing extremist" who could be dangerous and thus pose a potential threat to the domestic security and tranquility of these United States. Hum-m-m... Apparently it is, according to Vice President Joe Biden, one's "patriotic duty to pay taxes," but some how unpatriotic to peacefully assemble and dare bring the light of scrutiny to bear on the unchecked tax and spend crowd in Washington. Pogo is right...Apparently "We have met the enemy and (according to Homeland Security) he is us."
Monday, April 13
Thursday, April 9
Wednesday, April 8
Tuesday, April 7
The dictionary define "complacent" as being "self-satisfied and unaware of possible dangers." That is the predominate attitude each of we wage earners adopt when we deposit our pay checks in the bank. Very few of us take the time to really look at our pay stubs to realize just how much of our money is being removed in the form of incessant taxes. What is even more laughable, if not discouraging, is the gleeful midset we adopt on April 15th when we slap each other on the back and happily report that we didn't owe any additional Federal income taxes or we are actually receiving a refund. Are you kidding me!?! It's our money we're getting back. It didn't belong to the government in the first place. We earned it. We have only, over time, become so complacent in allowing the government to garnish our wages to the point to where we actually have succumbed to the perception that the government has the right to our money...with no questions being asked or accountability being required. This lemming attitude has got to be greatly revised. Not in the government's favor, but in ours.
President Obama and his congressional henchmen are prepared to pass a $3.6 TRILLION budget, $1.2 TRILLION of which is slated as deficit spending. In other words, it is a promissory I.O.U. that has no collateral guarantees other than the assumption that "we the people" will foot the bill in the form of future taxes. This budget deficit is over and above the in place $12 TRILLION in deficit spending already earmarked for future taxpayer repayment. That currently amounts to a taxable debt of $35,000 for every man, woman and child residing in this country.
Do you have any idea what a TRILLION equates to? Consider these comparisons: A million seconds equals 11.5 days. A billion seconds is 32 years. A TRILLION seconds is 32,ooo years! Multiply 32 by 13 TRILLION and you are looking at FOUR THOUSAND, ONE HUNDRED and SIXTY CENTURIES!! This is no longer the foundation for the continuing promotion of the American Dream, but a generational nightmare! A nightmare that our children and their children's children's children will never pay off. It has got to stop!
This reckless and unfettered spending has evolved far beyond a function of economics. It is a moral issue which should not and must no longer be ignored with just mere grumbling rhetoric. It is time for citizen action of unparalleled strength of voice and numbers. As of today's date there are being organized currently approximately 1,700 Tea Parties to be conducted all across the nation, each scheduled to occur on April 15th. They are not your typical parties. No festive favors are being planned, there won't be any refreshments, and no presents are required. It's a "come as you are party" where everyone is invited except self-serving politicians or currently elected government officials who would otherwise have to pry themselves aways from continuing their drunken indulgence at the trough of the public's largess.
The locations of these Tea Parties rallies in your immediate or surrounding communities may be obtained by accessing the following Web site: http://www.teapartyday.com/. There is still time to organize a Tea Party in your community, but if you discover that one is already scheduled, plan to attend yourself and take with you a carload of your friends and neighbors. If you realize the moral obligation that our government owes "we the people," their bosses, then you will be in attendance. If you, on the other hand, you don't mind that the government can keep increasing your taxes with no say from you, who keep reducing yours and your family's quality of life with their unquenchable greedy and reckless spending, who are bankrupting this country for the present and uncountable generations to come, then you stay home. Try to be convinced that doing your patriotic duty includes being happy that come April 15th your government has decided that this year and in the years years to come that you don't get a refund...of your hard-earned money. Yes, try to be complacent about that.
Monday, April 6
The cats don't seem any worse of wear and I'm hanging in there, subsisting on a steady diet of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. As long as there remains an ample supply of the ingredients for this diet staple, I believe I can last until I retrieve Judi form the airport this coming Friday evening. Since it has been my plan to drop a few extra pounds, this may turn out to be the week I reach that goal.
There are few downsides to my being without my helpmate. One being that I miss her companionship and another is that I am now responsible for cleaning out the cat's litter box. The agreement was that Judi could replace our departed dog with cats if and only if she was singularly responsible for their hygiene requirements. I readily agree to keep the bathrooms and kitchen clean and do assist with the laundry, but litter box detail is off the table. So much for my emphatic demand.
I don't do well with disagreeable odors, and cleaning out the litter box ranks right up there near the top. Cats as pets are, in this man's opinion, a feminine proclivity, whereas a good ole dog is man's man pet. Open the back door, tell old Fido to go about his business, and within no time it is a fait accompli. Tell a cat the same thing and the next thing you know the fire department is on scene extending a ladder thirty feet into the air to get the stupid cat out of a tree. So, the cats, as a rule, stay in the house and one must take daily care to dispose of their daily deposits. Gag me with a spoon!! Every time I am left with that odorous task it reminds of the time when my brother and I as boys were directed to remove the disgusting contents of a refrigerator.
We were living in North Carolina at the time on a little six acre farm that my Dad had turned into a horticulture wonderland. If it could be gown, cultivated and harvested, my Dad stuck it in the ground. Tomatoes was one of his favorites and that particular year we had a bumper crop. So much so, that what we didn't consume over the course of the summer and fall, Dad stored in a spare refrigerator located within a detached utility building just a few paces from our back door. Winter came and with it cold weather, thus necessitating the regular utilization of our home's fireplace. Mom, one evening wishing to build a new fire, proceeded to dispose of the ashes from a previous fire and did so by placing the contents in a cardboard box, which she carried out to the wood framed utility shed and set the box next to the door. Apparently, unbeknown to my dear Mom, there were still a few dying embers lurking in the ashy mix that were hanging on for dear life. About three a.m. brother John and I were awakened by the glow of an out of control fire and the blaring sirens of the local volunteer fire department arriving on the scene. Daylight revealed that the only thing not totally consumed in the previous evening's fire was that refrigerator.
Dad, forever searching for opportunities to present teachable moments to his two sons, determined that come the first tolerable warm day, John and I would be assigned the task of "cleaning the tomatoes out of the refrigerator." He failed to include in his instructions the knowledge that the contents of that enclosed box, after several weeks of unattended fermentation, had a toxicity that would give the Center for Disease Control pause. Not being privy to this information, came that fateful day, John and I, with bucket in hand, flung open the door and instantaneously dropped to the charred concrete floor, repulsed immediately by the stench that enveloped us like a wet, moldy blanket. I had never then nor have I encountered since such a mass of disgust that we found oozing before us on that day. Just recounting the experience at this time causes my gag reflex to kick in.
So, Friday can't come soon enough to suit me. I'm ready to relinquish the litter box duty to Ms. Judi. In the interim I'll daily don my full body isolation suit and respirator and do my best to keep the little darling's litter box fresh and clean. Ugh!! Maybe another peanut butter and jelly sandwich will give me the added strength to tackle that task. Later...