BUT NOW I WONDER… does anybody besides me notice how much nicer and lighter the traffic is since the .gov shutdown?
A-a-a-a-a-and… another thing. What’s with all the concern-trolling for .gov employees. (Love ya guys.) I mean, seriously? Since the Democrats took over in ought-seven, I’ve lost my health insurance, had my income cut by 30%, seen my debt climb some incredible number, my household expenses nearly double… And for what? Why should I feel sorry for somebody who gets a guaranteed COLA every year, has incredible job security, who WILL get paid for time off during this furlough — eventually, has the cadillac health coverage at no cost provided by tax money STOLEN from my paycheck before I ever get to see it — at the point of a gun, I’m bound to point out?
Whose mission in life appears to be to exert control over the lives of other citizens for no good reason at whim and at will, arbitrarily and capriciously without recourse? To — viciously — violate the constitutionally-guaranteed civil rights of Americans? To murderously invade home of innocent bystanders willy nilly, whether with warrant or not, to steal private citizen’s secrets from businesses who have no right or let to divulge even the presence of those secrets?
Give. Me. A. Fucking. Break.
SO IT OCCURS TO ME that one reason there isn’t as much griping about the price of gas as influenced by corn-fed ethanol (and the accompanying rise in food costs) is that… Well… So you grab a bag of frozen kernels from the freezer case at your neighborhood Kroger. Sure it may say, “Kroger” on the bag – or Green Giant or Birdseye – but, really, who MADE the corn that goes into that bag? You don’t know, do you? So, where your money goes… well, you can stop buying it, but who does that help?
Does this sound a little like why medicine costs so much? You just submit the bill (or, worse, your providers do) to the insurance company and it gets paid – less your 20% or whatever your copay is. You don’t know where the money comes from or where it’s going, really. (OK, well, yeah, it comes from your productivity at your job, but you never see that. You’re working for the twenty bucks a week you put in your wallet to buy a beer on Friday. The rest of it just… drains away and you never really see it.
But, really. There is a Big Corn, and they’re paying off congresscritters to rip you off.
Oh, and the poor schmuck who tills his 532 acres of high-yield Pioneer Breed 153 or whatever is on the sign isn’t getting rich off it, either. It’s somebody else up the food chain. The farmer gets the shaft along with the rest of us.
Blah! I’m sound like a Young Pioneer or something.
I SAW IN PASSING a blog topic on the Washington Post site: “Is Capitalism Moral?” And I’d like to propose a little thought seed — a virtual brain grenade… you pull the pin, throw it, and sometime later, it goes off.
Does capitalism even exist? Isn’t the word really the root of a straw man argument in the (FAIL) witless maunderings of idiot… well, idiot-not-savant Karl Marx?
Just axin’s all…
YA KNOW, I DON’T HAVE anything to hide. Not sure that’s the point. Given the propensity and ability of investigators to plant evidence or misinterpret overheard conversations (I can tell you a couple hilarious stories. Leave your cell phone in the house. Let’s go for a walk.), I have to ask, “What business is it of yours?” And, no, “national security” is not an excuse. There’s no “national security” exception in the Fourth Amendment.
I WAS ON THE PHONE with the IRS, trying to find out about my group’s 501(c)4 application when Verizon dropped the call. I was pissed until the NSA reconnected me.
How nice of them.