Sunday, June 14, 2015

PUT ME IN CHARGE . . .

    
Not my words, but I have had similar thoughts.

Put me in charge of food stamps. No cash for Ding Dongs or Ho Ho's, just money for 50-pound bags of rice and beans, blocks of cheese and all the powdered milk you can haul away. If you want steak and frozen pizza, then get a job.


Put me in charge of Medicaid.   The first thing I'd do is to get women Norplant birth control implants or tubal ligations. Then, we'll test recipients for drugs, alcohol, and nicotine.       If you want to reproduce or use drugs, alcohol, or smoke, then get a job. There’s nothing the matter with a vasectomy for the fathers who don't support their children!! 

Put me in charge of government housing. Ever live in a military barracks? You will maintain our property in a clean and good state of repair. Your "home" will be subject to inspections anytime and possessions will be inventoried.     If you want a plasma TV or Xbox 360,  then get a job and your own place.


In addition, you will either present a check stub from a job each week or you will report to a "government" job. It may be cleaning the roadways of trash, painting and repairing public housing, whatever we find for you.  We will sell your 22-inch rims and low profile tires and your blasting stereo and speakers and put that money toward the "common good."


Before you write that I've violated someone's rights, realize that all of the above is voluntary.  If you want our money, accept our rules. Before you say that this would be "demeaning" and ruin their "self-esteem," consider that it wasn't that long ago that taking someone else's money for doing absolutely nothing was demeaning and lowered self-esteem.


If we are expected to pay for other people's mistakes we should at least attempt to make them learn from their bad choices. The current system rewards them for continuing to make bad choices.

Friday, June 12, 2015

Some Of Us Are Wired All Wrong

I was in the Navy when the Beatles released their first songs. They were still insanely popular when I got home in 1966. I recall a neighbor girl who went to Atlanta to see them. I thought she was crazy. So I grew up during Beatlemania. I recall images like this one.

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Did she later join Jim Jones and drink Kool-Aid? Or perhaps she voted for Obama twice? In spite of 20 years of knowledge that HRC is serial liar, will she vote for her?

It’s not Obama or HRC or any other politician, it’s us folks.

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