Friday, August 20, 2010

We are going down the socialist toilets

[Note: This was not written by me. I'd credit the writer if I knew who it was.]

I'm mad as hell and I ain't gonna take it any more. Please let me tell you about what my day was like.

This morning I was awoken by my alarm clock powered by electricity generated by the public power monopoly regulated by the U.S. Department of Energy. I was in the house that I purchased with no down payment, thanks to the GI Bill.

I then took a shower in the clean water provided by a municipal water utility.

After that, I turned on the TV to one of the FCC-regulated channels to see what the National Weather Service of the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration determined the weather was going to be like, using satellites designed, built, and launched by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration.

I watched this while eating my breakfast of U.S. Department of Agriculture- inspected food and taking the drugs that have been determined as safe by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration.

At the appropriate time, as regulated by the U.S. Congress and kept accurate by the National Institute of Standards and Technology and the U.S. Naval Observatory, I get into my National Highway Traffic Safety Administration- approved automobile and set out to work on the roads build by the local, state, and federal Departments of Transportation, possibly stopping to purchase additional fuel of a quality level determined by the Environmental Protection Agency, using legal tender issued by the Federal Reserve Bank.

On the way out the door I deposit the mail I need to send via the U.S. Postal Service and drop the kids off at the public school. I have to remember to stop by the public library to return the books we've used to plan our vacation to Yellowstone National Park. (We will drive mostly on interstate highways.) I also make a note to check out a book or two about how the United States military planned the D-Day invasion in 1944 and how NASA planned and carried out the landing of two men on the moon in 1969.

On the way to work I look at the bay and the worlds Greatest Navy heading out to sea to protect the interest of the USA anywhere on the planet .The white contrail in the crystal blue sky assure me in the skies over, the USAF is on duty to protect the USA.

After spending another day not being maimed or killed at work thanks to the workplace regulations imposed by the Department of Labor and the Occupational Safety and Health administration, enjoying another two meals which again do not kill me because of the USDA, I drive my NHTSA car back home on the DOT roads, to my house which has not burned down in my absence because of the state and local building codes and Fire Marshal's inspection, and which has not been plundered of all its valuables thanks to the local police department.

I will sign up for Social Security and Medicare on the very first day I am eligible. I will ensure that all my assets are placed in the names of my wife or children so that the state and federal government -- through Medicaid -- can support me in a nice private room in a nursing home for the last five or six years of my life, without sacrificing a dime of my children's inheritances. Before that, I will attend my 25-year reunion at the college I attended, thanks to the GI Bill paying my tuition and most of my expenses for the full four years.

And then I log on to the Internet -- which was developed by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Administration -- and post on Freerepublic. com and Fox News forums about how SOCIALISM in medicine is BAD because the government can't do anything right.

Like I said before, I'm mad as hell, and I ain't gonna take it anymore!

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

GOP Wants You To Work To Death

They must be desperate if they are risking alienating senior citizens.



I agree that what we have in place isn't sustainable, but the answer is not to work the populace when they should be enjoying what little time they have before death. The answer, as usual, is to go where there is a surplus of money and that means taxing the rich.