The artisans got together this morning in the sales room to check things out for our November Christmas Bazaar. We moved tables around to check space and it was obvious I did not have the correct dimensions. Fortunately the space is bigger than I was given. The crew loved the space. There is plenty of room to move around. The drawback, like in so many older buildings — there are only four plugs. And since we want to decorate with Christmas lights, plugs would be terrific. It’s the little things that count. When people are happy, my job is easier.
So I got everyone situated, expanded space for a couple of people and ended up with no place for myself. I’ll find something. Maybe I’ll set up outside and catch the customers before they come in. Or maybe I’m just very selfless — ya, right!
Okay, I’m still ticked about Marias actions of Wednesday. It’s the follow up that is getting to me. I’ve lost track of the number of people asking why I left Maria. I’m about to scream. Telling them she didn’t come is counter-productive. It sounds like a phony defense. I hate being blamed for another’s forgetfulness. I hate even more defending myself against a lie. I did it once and have said nothing since. At least today I laughed about it. She was clever. She divested herself of responsibility. However, I have the sense that the tide is turning against her, She is beginning to sink deeper into negative poll numbers. This may have been her biggest error. Maybe that’s why I laughed. I might win this election yet.
I don’t really wish her ill. I would be thrilled just to see her know what she did, learn and change. I pray it happens.
I rented a good movie for tonight and had to keep forcing my eyes open. And I liked the movie. I often take a nap during the day. Didn’t happen today. I had supper, popped in the movie and my body said, shut your eyes, sleep. Since I like that command, I obeyed.
I plan to make the rounds of Saturday Farmers Markets tomorrow. I want to find some berries I can freeze. I love just about all kinds of berries on cereal, as a topping, in pancakes and even plain. My mother used to say if you keep eating those strawberries you’re going to turn into a strawberry. I can honestly say after a thorough study, she was wrong. However, I have the shape. I guess that means she was partially right.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
WHY?
I’m not without a small grasp of human nature. Understanding it doesn’t mean I like it. The kind of things I am about to share has been heard throughout my life, so I can’t blame it on old age or The Home. But I can scream WHY?
I go to bread wars on Wednesday morning. That means I go and compete with three other groups for free bread at Oroweat. Stupid things happen there most mornings, but I kind of like it anyway. My helpers meet me in our lobby at 8:30 for the trip. This morning Maria was not there. In my memory, this is the first time she has missed. I figured she was tired and could not get up or was not feeling well so I left without her. I used to do this job by myself. I picked up assistants when my back went out and they have stuck with me. Help means speed, so I appreciate their assistance but can do it alone.
On our return, Maria was waiting in the commons and went on the warpath for leaving without her. OK, slow down. We left 10 minutes later than normal. She was not where we are to meet. And I’m to blame for leaving her. Go figure. She gave me hell. Why didn’t I call her? Why didn’t I knock on her door? How could I leave without her? To my way of thinking (admittedly it is not how she was thinking) her questions were stupid in light of the meeting time being her responsibility. My reasonable (to me) response that I was concerned about her and did not want to disturb her. When I figured out being kind was not working I told her that I left because I didn’t like her and didn’t want to deal with her coming with me. That at least caused hesitation. I then took her to pick up her medication. We had a late breakfast together and came home. All was well, or so I thought. The plot thickens. Later in the day, I got an email from the office telling me I had left one of my helpers. WHAT? Why did that go to the office? It’s not like I left her in Canada and came home without her.
I wish this response were rare. However it seems to be the norm. At our Labor Day Potluck/BBQ Maria’s sister arrived half way through the meal and then joined us to eat. Why is she here? Who let her in? She doesn’t belong here? Just because she has a sister here is no reason for her to come. And this from two women who have never brought anything to and potluck, and never signed up for any event so they can keep their options open, and who have never lifted a finger to help with anything around here. Thanks for sharing. Maria at least spent a lot of time cooking.
Yesterday, I told you about Chas and his frustration about food being taken after the meal. What’s that about?
Jenny has some mental problems and tried to help on Monday. She grabbed an already dirty dishrag to wipe tables. Most people were still eating. No matter, she moved their plates and cups and was wiping away. Many yelled at her and only one kindly thanked her for what she was doing and suggested it might be better to wait until people were done eating. Really.
We have a gentleman who is not permitted to cook in his room because of fear he might leave his stove on. He might. After everyone had eaten he took a large bowl and filled it with food to take to his room. Why is he doing that? It’s not his food? Look how much he took! Frankly, I told him to help himself. He normally goes out Monday-Saturday to find all the free meals all over town. He knows where they are. He needs the help. We helped him.
A service dog barks and people are angry that a dog is in the dining room. A walker bumps a chair, and the person is told to watch where they are going. One person talks to loud and they are disgusting. Crumbs are dropped on the floor and they are pigs and another immediately gets a carpet sweeper to make a point of cleaning up. An item is set in a public area for display and another removes it because it is ugly. There are too many signs on a bulletin board so someone decides to throw half away. One has potted plants in the way to water another’s garden space, so they are moved to the shade. They are not moved back into the sun.
In any given day, it seems like there are a half dozen or more people upset and angry over some silly little thing. The children in the sand box are not playing nice.
I was doing laundry on Saturday. The dryer was in use, but I started my wash. The dryer’s time had ended. I had planned to take out the clothes and fold them, but they were still wet. It was over two hours before the person came pack the take care of their wet clothes. I guess I should have been angry.
But why? Why are so many upset over so little — and much of their anger has nothing to do with them? How does it hurt that someone’s sister ate with us? I don’t get it. All I can say is we’ve got trouble right here in river city.
It’s Wednesday and bingo starts up after now that the summer break (what summer?) is over. Many will be there to fight and argue and complain about the caller — too fast, too soft, to impatient, etc. He cheated! I love this day. I will draw, read a book, watch a movie or have a nap. I won’t hear any of it.
It late now, I napped. Loved it. No one complained in my dream. In fact no one did anything that I remember dreaming. Too bad! That was my chance to have fun.
I go to bread wars on Wednesday morning. That means I go and compete with three other groups for free bread at Oroweat. Stupid things happen there most mornings, but I kind of like it anyway. My helpers meet me in our lobby at 8:30 for the trip. This morning Maria was not there. In my memory, this is the first time she has missed. I figured she was tired and could not get up or was not feeling well so I left without her. I used to do this job by myself. I picked up assistants when my back went out and they have stuck with me. Help means speed, so I appreciate their assistance but can do it alone.
On our return, Maria was waiting in the commons and went on the warpath for leaving without her. OK, slow down. We left 10 minutes later than normal. She was not where we are to meet. And I’m to blame for leaving her. Go figure. She gave me hell. Why didn’t I call her? Why didn’t I knock on her door? How could I leave without her? To my way of thinking (admittedly it is not how she was thinking) her questions were stupid in light of the meeting time being her responsibility. My reasonable (to me) response that I was concerned about her and did not want to disturb her. When I figured out being kind was not working I told her that I left because I didn’t like her and didn’t want to deal with her coming with me. That at least caused hesitation. I then took her to pick up her medication. We had a late breakfast together and came home. All was well, or so I thought. The plot thickens. Later in the day, I got an email from the office telling me I had left one of my helpers. WHAT? Why did that go to the office? It’s not like I left her in Canada and came home without her.
I wish this response were rare. However it seems to be the norm. At our Labor Day Potluck/BBQ Maria’s sister arrived half way through the meal and then joined us to eat. Why is she here? Who let her in? She doesn’t belong here? Just because she has a sister here is no reason for her to come. And this from two women who have never brought anything to and potluck, and never signed up for any event so they can keep their options open, and who have never lifted a finger to help with anything around here. Thanks for sharing. Maria at least spent a lot of time cooking.
Yesterday, I told you about Chas and his frustration about food being taken after the meal. What’s that about?
Jenny has some mental problems and tried to help on Monday. She grabbed an already dirty dishrag to wipe tables. Most people were still eating. No matter, she moved their plates and cups and was wiping away. Many yelled at her and only one kindly thanked her for what she was doing and suggested it might be better to wait until people were done eating. Really.
We have a gentleman who is not permitted to cook in his room because of fear he might leave his stove on. He might. After everyone had eaten he took a large bowl and filled it with food to take to his room. Why is he doing that? It’s not his food? Look how much he took! Frankly, I told him to help himself. He normally goes out Monday-Saturday to find all the free meals all over town. He knows where they are. He needs the help. We helped him.
A service dog barks and people are angry that a dog is in the dining room. A walker bumps a chair, and the person is told to watch where they are going. One person talks to loud and they are disgusting. Crumbs are dropped on the floor and they are pigs and another immediately gets a carpet sweeper to make a point of cleaning up. An item is set in a public area for display and another removes it because it is ugly. There are too many signs on a bulletin board so someone decides to throw half away. One has potted plants in the way to water another’s garden space, so they are moved to the shade. They are not moved back into the sun.
In any given day, it seems like there are a half dozen or more people upset and angry over some silly little thing. The children in the sand box are not playing nice.
I was doing laundry on Saturday. The dryer was in use, but I started my wash. The dryer’s time had ended. I had planned to take out the clothes and fold them, but they were still wet. It was over two hours before the person came pack the take care of their wet clothes. I guess I should have been angry.
But why? Why are so many upset over so little — and much of their anger has nothing to do with them? How does it hurt that someone’s sister ate with us? I don’t get it. All I can say is we’ve got trouble right here in river city.
It’s Wednesday and bingo starts up after now that the summer break (what summer?) is over. Many will be there to fight and argue and complain about the caller — too fast, too soft, to impatient, etc. He cheated! I love this day. I will draw, read a book, watch a movie or have a nap. I won’t hear any of it.
It late now, I napped. Loved it. No one complained in my dream. In fact no one did anything that I remember dreaming. Too bad! That was my chance to have fun.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
LABOR DAY
We had our largest turnout for an event on Labor Day. 42 showed up for our ribs BBQ. Naturally it was inside. Weather has turned to fall. That happened sometime in June, I think. It has rained on every major holiday this summer. Most of us live here for the cooler weather. We got more than we wanted this summer.
Anyway, Monday was a potluck of sorts and the crowd and food was terrific. We made an announcement in an attempt to correct a huge problem we faced in on July 4. Many people went threw the line and packed up plates to take home before everyone got through the line. I DID NOT GET RIBS, and I did all the BBQing. So we requested that everyone take only one section of ribs and one corn on the cob. There was plenty of everything. OK, so the request was somewhat personal. It doesn’t matter much as I am not very hungry when I do the cooking. I should cook all the time. My body would appreciate it.
At the end we had a normal amount of hoarding going on. One lady (I’ll just call her fatso) ate two full large plates of food and took three overflowing plates with her. There is a neighboring retirement home that shares our name, but is not legally, officially, or socially connected. They come for the regular bingo games. One lady has taken to writing down our special events and then inviting friends to come along. She does not live here. That annoys plenty of people. Worse, when they left they loaded themselves up with food for later.
All these scavengers took the food when everyone had eaten. This bothers a hand full of people. What would you like me to do? I don’t know, but its wrong. What’s wrong about it? The food is to be shared and few want to take home full bowls of food. Well, it’s just the idea. Shall I publically warn people that they will not be permitted to come if they take extra food home? Then Chas looked at me and said, it shouldn’t matter should it? No, Chas, it shouldn’t matter.
There is a great deal of concern over nothing. We have only one married couple here and they are fascinating. The woman is the one who was part of our plan for a Christmas Bazaar and withdrew because I moved her location. The discussion was strange. But that’s past. They hate the thought of an animal even being in the building, let along the dinning room. Pets are allowed. She did not come to our supper. He did. He was sitting the furthest distance from the woman with the service animal. When she got up to get her food, the dog gave one bark. Andrew said, that’s it, and jerked up and left. They will complain about this offense for the next 2-3 weeks. Will probably even report it to the administration office. It won’t help, they know it, but that won’t stop them.
The turn out for next Monday’s Monthly Meal Out is looking to be big. They are sending a limo to pick us up. Strange I know. The Bistro is only four blocks away. Oh well. Very few have ever been in a limo so it will be fun anyway. It will take longer to get people in and out of the limo than the actual ride will take.
I was asked who died and made me the God of activities. Well, I am the descendent of royalty and have inherited the crown. I am willing to duel for role it if they want. Frankly no one else wants any responsibility, let alone trying to keep 60 old people happy and enjoying life. There are at least two who I doubt have ever had a happy day in their life. With these two, I will never win. I just want to stay out of the way.
Anyway, Monday was a potluck of sorts and the crowd and food was terrific. We made an announcement in an attempt to correct a huge problem we faced in on July 4. Many people went threw the line and packed up plates to take home before everyone got through the line. I DID NOT GET RIBS, and I did all the BBQing. So we requested that everyone take only one section of ribs and one corn on the cob. There was plenty of everything. OK, so the request was somewhat personal. It doesn’t matter much as I am not very hungry when I do the cooking. I should cook all the time. My body would appreciate it.
At the end we had a normal amount of hoarding going on. One lady (I’ll just call her fatso) ate two full large plates of food and took three overflowing plates with her. There is a neighboring retirement home that shares our name, but is not legally, officially, or socially connected. They come for the regular bingo games. One lady has taken to writing down our special events and then inviting friends to come along. She does not live here. That annoys plenty of people. Worse, when they left they loaded themselves up with food for later.
All these scavengers took the food when everyone had eaten. This bothers a hand full of people. What would you like me to do? I don’t know, but its wrong. What’s wrong about it? The food is to be shared and few want to take home full bowls of food. Well, it’s just the idea. Shall I publically warn people that they will not be permitted to come if they take extra food home? Then Chas looked at me and said, it shouldn’t matter should it? No, Chas, it shouldn’t matter.
There is a great deal of concern over nothing. We have only one married couple here and they are fascinating. The woman is the one who was part of our plan for a Christmas Bazaar and withdrew because I moved her location. The discussion was strange. But that’s past. They hate the thought of an animal even being in the building, let along the dinning room. Pets are allowed. She did not come to our supper. He did. He was sitting the furthest distance from the woman with the service animal. When she got up to get her food, the dog gave one bark. Andrew said, that’s it, and jerked up and left. They will complain about this offense for the next 2-3 weeks. Will probably even report it to the administration office. It won’t help, they know it, but that won’t stop them.
The turn out for next Monday’s Monthly Meal Out is looking to be big. They are sending a limo to pick us up. Strange I know. The Bistro is only four blocks away. Oh well. Very few have ever been in a limo so it will be fun anyway. It will take longer to get people in and out of the limo than the actual ride will take.
I was asked who died and made me the God of activities. Well, I am the descendent of royalty and have inherited the crown. I am willing to duel for role it if they want. Frankly no one else wants any responsibility, let alone trying to keep 60 old people happy and enjoying life. There are at least two who I doubt have ever had a happy day in their life. With these two, I will never win. I just want to stay out of the way.
ANSWERS
YOUR QUESTIONS ABOUT THE HOME ANSWERED
ARE WE GETTING A MANAGER?
No! We are getting a warden with power to lock us up when necessary.
WHY ARE THERE BROWN SPOTS ON THE LAWN?
The massive heat wave blanketing the nation and pushing temperatures into the 100’s has affected it. Now take your sweatshirt off.
WILL WE BE USING THE BUS TO GET AROUND?
No. But a red wagon will be delivered soon and we can pull each other around to various destinations.
WHY IS THERE A GAS SMELL IN THE GARAGE?
We believe it is terrorists who want to get rid of old people first because we know the most.
WILL THE GOSSIP STOP?
No. It is the only real entertainment we have. Try to think of is as a replacement for TV’s soap operas. As on TV, everything is greatly exaggerated.
WILL THE FIGHTING STOP?
No! It is our version of the Saturday night fights. We just don’t know the final results until Monday morning.
WHO PUT YOU IN CHARGE?
A divine act. As a descendant of royalty is seems to be my birthright, and I humbly accept this great gift of responsibility.
WHEN WILL THE NEW ELECTRIC DOORS BE INSTALLED?
How much time do you have?
CAN I GET ASSISTANCE TO PAY FOR MY MEAL AT THE BISTRO?
What! No, absolutely not. Friends are already paying for the limousine ride. How generous do you thing we are? We’re on a fixed income also.
WILL WE GET A NEW EXECUTVE DIRECTOR FOR OUR ORGANIZATION?
No. This is the punishment on earth you get for the life you have lived. It does not bode well for your future.
WHY DIDN’T SOCIAL SECURITY GIVE US A RAISE THIS YEAR?
I’m sorry, but the money was needed for our starving members of congress. And as you know, we get too much as it is.
WHY HAS THE WEATHER BEEN SO COLD THIS SUMMER?
With apologies to the rest of our country, it has averaged only a couple degrees lower than other years. Right, and I have a bridge to sell you. Now, where’s my winter coat?
WHY DOES THE GARBAGE MAN COME SO EARLY?
That is the wrong question. It should be why does he constantly drop the dumpster at 5:30 a.m.? I don’t know, but am organizing a group to fork his lawn. However, I cannot participate as once I get down, I cannot get up.
I hope you now have a better understanding of issues we face at The Home.
ARE WE GETTING A MANAGER?
No! We are getting a warden with power to lock us up when necessary.
WHY ARE THERE BROWN SPOTS ON THE LAWN?
The massive heat wave blanketing the nation and pushing temperatures into the 100’s has affected it. Now take your sweatshirt off.
WILL WE BE USING THE BUS TO GET AROUND?
No. But a red wagon will be delivered soon and we can pull each other around to various destinations.
WHY IS THERE A GAS SMELL IN THE GARAGE?
We believe it is terrorists who want to get rid of old people first because we know the most.
WILL THE GOSSIP STOP?
No. It is the only real entertainment we have. Try to think of is as a replacement for TV’s soap operas. As on TV, everything is greatly exaggerated.
WILL THE FIGHTING STOP?
No! It is our version of the Saturday night fights. We just don’t know the final results until Monday morning.
WHO PUT YOU IN CHARGE?
A divine act. As a descendant of royalty is seems to be my birthright, and I humbly accept this great gift of responsibility.
WHEN WILL THE NEW ELECTRIC DOORS BE INSTALLED?
How much time do you have?
CAN I GET ASSISTANCE TO PAY FOR MY MEAL AT THE BISTRO?
What! No, absolutely not. Friends are already paying for the limousine ride. How generous do you thing we are? We’re on a fixed income also.
WILL WE GET A NEW EXECUTVE DIRECTOR FOR OUR ORGANIZATION?
No. This is the punishment on earth you get for the life you have lived. It does not bode well for your future.
WHY DIDN’T SOCIAL SECURITY GIVE US A RAISE THIS YEAR?
I’m sorry, but the money was needed for our starving members of congress. And as you know, we get too much as it is.
WHY HAS THE WEATHER BEEN SO COLD THIS SUMMER?
With apologies to the rest of our country, it has averaged only a couple degrees lower than other years. Right, and I have a bridge to sell you. Now, where’s my winter coat?
WHY DOES THE GARBAGE MAN COME SO EARLY?
That is the wrong question. It should be why does he constantly drop the dumpster at 5:30 a.m.? I don’t know, but am organizing a group to fork his lawn. However, I cannot participate as once I get down, I cannot get up.
I hope you now have a better understanding of issues we face at The Home.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
AND THEY GO ON AND ON AND ON.
I know I seem to complain about The Home way too much. The Home just happens to be my primary story line. It’s my personal soap opera. Some times I feel like I am standing apart or even above and looking down on the people and trying to move them and their decisions with my own body movement. I hold my breath when I sense an explosive comment is coming. I tighten my fists as I tense for them. I lean from side to side. I furrow my brow. I make strange faces. Nothing helps.
Several are predictable in their responses. When Hazel hears Chas raise his voice and make a sarcastic remark her smile disappears. She grinds her teeth, Chas says things as a joke, but his tone is one of anger. I tense and wish I could have stopped that before it happened.
Today I got caught with one of our three nonstop talkers. You know the type. Once they start you could sit back and read a book. You are no longer vital to the conversation. There are no questions, no pauses and at times I wonder if they ever take a breath. You must interrupt if you want to say something. However, your comments are superfluous. So why say anything. You will not change the direction of the speech. You are there as the audience. They are the featured guest speaker and they will make eye contact to make sure you are paying attention. Turning your head and starring off into space only causes them to make a comment directly to you that demand a “humm” or an “ummum” or some other nondescript, non-word response.
In truth, the only way to end the conversation is to find away to leave. Today’s nonstop talker rarely says much of anything. She will get off on one tiny little topic and wander through the entire topic and subtopics of the topic. I confess. I grew up in the Midwest, almost the exact middle. It was the largest city in the state. When I was young there was a stockyard. The city was known for great steaks. The first time I ever ate in a restaurant was before a big dance at the grand ballroom. I was a little embarrassed because I knew so little about eating our in a fancy place. Why would there be two forks? A real puzzlement! I knew the word salad, but never had one. So when I was asked about a dressing I didn’t have a clue. My date ordered oil and vinegar, so I oldered the same. It was awful.
I was stopped right there in my story and Miss Never-ending-story-teller took over. She had lived in the same town several years after I had left. She treated us to a grand tour of the city restaurants. Where they were, how there were decorated, the types of food they prepared, her meal in particular, who she was with, what they were out doing, where they went later and on and on and on. I was surprised there were no fashion descriptions. One had a red carpet. Forty-Five minutes later I was tired of the grand tour. I know I have missed twenty minutes or so. My head was nodding appropriately – I think. I managed to squeeze in an “I must be going.” Hazel jumped in to help me make a gracious exit by adding that we had been there three hours and were pretty tired. We both escaped with that sign off.
Miss Non-stop-talker usually works, but with tomorrow being a holiday, she will be here. She asked what time we would be down for coffee. I think I will skip coffee tomorrow.
Several are predictable in their responses. When Hazel hears Chas raise his voice and make a sarcastic remark her smile disappears. She grinds her teeth, Chas says things as a joke, but his tone is one of anger. I tense and wish I could have stopped that before it happened.
Today I got caught with one of our three nonstop talkers. You know the type. Once they start you could sit back and read a book. You are no longer vital to the conversation. There are no questions, no pauses and at times I wonder if they ever take a breath. You must interrupt if you want to say something. However, your comments are superfluous. So why say anything. You will not change the direction of the speech. You are there as the audience. They are the featured guest speaker and they will make eye contact to make sure you are paying attention. Turning your head and starring off into space only causes them to make a comment directly to you that demand a “humm” or an “ummum” or some other nondescript, non-word response.
In truth, the only way to end the conversation is to find away to leave. Today’s nonstop talker rarely says much of anything. She will get off on one tiny little topic and wander through the entire topic and subtopics of the topic. I confess. I grew up in the Midwest, almost the exact middle. It was the largest city in the state. When I was young there was a stockyard. The city was known for great steaks. The first time I ever ate in a restaurant was before a big dance at the grand ballroom. I was a little embarrassed because I knew so little about eating our in a fancy place. Why would there be two forks? A real puzzlement! I knew the word salad, but never had one. So when I was asked about a dressing I didn’t have a clue. My date ordered oil and vinegar, so I oldered the same. It was awful.
I was stopped right there in my story and Miss Never-ending-story-teller took over. She had lived in the same town several years after I had left. She treated us to a grand tour of the city restaurants. Where they were, how there were decorated, the types of food they prepared, her meal in particular, who she was with, what they were out doing, where they went later and on and on and on. I was surprised there were no fashion descriptions. One had a red carpet. Forty-Five minutes later I was tired of the grand tour. I know I have missed twenty minutes or so. My head was nodding appropriately – I think. I managed to squeeze in an “I must be going.” Hazel jumped in to help me make a gracious exit by adding that we had been there three hours and were pretty tired. We both escaped with that sign off.
Miss Non-stop-talker usually works, but with tomorrow being a holiday, she will be here. She asked what time we would be down for coffee. I think I will skip coffee tomorrow.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
545 vs. 300,000,000 - PART 2
Charlie Reese is a former columnist of the Orlando Sentinel Newspaper.
The following might be funny if it weren't so darned true.
Tax his land, Tax his bed,
Tax the table, At which he's fed.
Tax his tractor, Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes Are the rule.
Tax his work, Tax his pay,
He works for peanuts Anyway!
Tax his cow, Tax his goat,
Tax his pants, Tax his coat.
Tax his ties, Tax his shirt,
Tax his work, Tax his dirt.
Tax his tobacco, Tax his drink,
Tax him if he Tries to think.
Tax his cigars, Tax his beers,
If he cries, Tax his tears.
Tax his car, Tax his gas,
Find ways To tax him up his ….
Tax all he has Then let him know
That you won't be done Till he has no dough.
When he screams and hollers;
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till He's good and sore.
Then tax his coffin, Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in Which he's laid...
Put these words Upon his tomb, '
Taxes drove me to my doom'...
When he's gone, Do not relax,
Time to apply The inheritance tax..
Sales Tax — School Tax — Liquor Tax — Luxury Tax — Excise Taxes — Property Tax — Cigarette Tax — Medicare Tax — Inventory Tax — Real Estate Tax — Well Permit Tax — Fuel Permit Tax — Inheritance Tax — Road Usage Tax — CDL license Tax — Dog License Tax — State Income Tax — Food License Tax — Vehicle Sales Tax — Gross Receipts Tax — Social Security Tax — Service Charge Tax — Fishing License Tax — Federal Income Tax — Building Permit Tax — IRS Interest Charges — Hunting License Tax — Marriage License Tax — Corporate Income Tax — Personal Property Tax — Accounts Receivable Tax — Recreational Vehicle Tax — Workers Compensation Tax — Watercraft Registration Tax — Telephone Usage Charge Tax — Telephone Federal Excise Tax — Telephone State and Local Tax — IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax) — State Unemployment Tax (SUTA) — Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA) — Telephone Minimum Usage Surcharge Tax — Telephone Federal Universal Service Fee Tax — Gasoline Tax (currently 44.75 cents per gallon) — Utility Taxes Vehicle License Registration Tax — Telephone Federal, State and Local Surcharge Taxes — Telephone Recurring and Nonrecurring Charges Tax
STILL THINK THIS IS FUNNY? Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago, & our nation was the most prosperous in the world. We had absolutely no national debt, had the largest middle class in the world, and Mom stayed home to raise the kids. What in the heck happened? Can you spell 'politicians?
Tax his land, Tax his bed,
Tax the table, At which he's fed.
Tax his tractor, Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes Are the rule.
Tax his work, Tax his pay,
He works for peanuts Anyway!
Tax his cow, Tax his goat,
Tax his pants, Tax his coat.
Tax his ties, Tax his shirt,
Tax his work, Tax his dirt.
Tax his tobacco, Tax his drink,
Tax him if he Tries to think.
Tax his cigars, Tax his beers,
If he cries, Tax his tears.
Tax his car, Tax his gas,
Find ways To tax him up his ….
Tax all he has Then let him know
That you won't be done Till he has no dough.
When he screams and hollers;
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till He's good and sore.
Then tax his coffin, Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in Which he's laid...
Put these words Upon his tomb, '
Taxes drove me to my doom'...
When he's gone, Do not relax,
Time to apply The inheritance tax..
Sales Tax — School Tax — Liquor Tax — Luxury Tax — Excise Taxes — Property Tax — Cigarette Tax — Medicare Tax — Inventory Tax — Real Estate Tax — Well Permit Tax — Fuel Permit Tax — Inheritance Tax — Road Usage Tax — CDL license Tax — Dog License Tax — State Income Tax — Food License Tax — Vehicle Sales Tax — Gross Receipts Tax — Social Security Tax — Service Charge Tax — Fishing License Tax — Federal Income Tax — Building Permit Tax — IRS Interest Charges — Hunting License Tax — Marriage License Tax — Corporate Income Tax — Personal Property Tax — Accounts Receivable Tax — Recreational Vehicle Tax — Workers Compensation Tax — Watercraft Registration Tax — Telephone Usage Charge Tax — Telephone Federal Excise Tax — Telephone State and Local Tax — IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax) — State Unemployment Tax (SUTA) — Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA) — Telephone Minimum Usage Surcharge Tax — Telephone Federal Universal Service Fee Tax — Gasoline Tax (currently 44.75 cents per gallon) — Utility Taxes Vehicle License Registration Tax — Telephone Federal, State and Local Surcharge Taxes — Telephone Recurring and Nonrecurring Charges Tax
STILL THINK THIS IS FUNNY? Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago, & our nation was the most prosperous in the world. We had absolutely no national debt, had the largest middle class in the world, and Mom stayed home to raise the kids. What in the heck happened? Can you spell 'politicians?
545 vs. 300,000,000 - PART 1
I agree with the following article and have given my blog over to Mr. Reese to say what I have thought for years, but could not put into words.
Charlie Reese, is a retired reporter for the Orlando Sentinel and has been a journalist for 49 years. hit the nail directly on the head, defining clearly who it is that in the final analysis must assume responsibility for the judgments made that impact each one of us every day.
545 vs. 300,000,000
By Charlie Reese
"Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them.. Have you ever wondered, if both the Democrats and the Republicans are against deficits, WHY do we have deficits? Have you ever wondered, if all the politicians are against inflation and high taxes, WHY do we have inflation and high taxes? You and I don't propose a federal budget. The president does. You and I don't have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of Representatives does. You and I don't write the tax code, Congress does. You and I don't set fiscal policy, and Congress does. You and I don’t control monetary policy, the Federal Reserve Bank does.
One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one president, and nine Supreme Court justices equates to 545 human beings out of the 300 million are directly, legally, morally, and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country. I excluded the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered, but private, central bank. I excluded all the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason. They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a congressman, or a president to do one cotton-picking thing. I don't care if they offer a politician $1 million dollars in cash. The politician has the power to accept or reject it. No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the legislator's responsibility to determine how he votes. Those 545 human beings spend most of their energy garnering votes to stay in power and convincing you that what they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of party.
What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount of gall. No normal human being would have the gall or insolence of a Speaker, who stood up and criticized the President for creating deficits.... . The president can only propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it. The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating and approving appropriations and taxes. Who is the speaker of the House? Nancy Pelosi. She is the leader of the majority party. She and fellow House members, not the president, can approve any budget they want. If the president vetoes it, they can pass it over his veto if they agree to. It seems inconceivable to me that a nation of 300 million can not replace 545 people who stand convicted -- by present facts -- of incompetence and irresponsibility.
I can't think of a single domestic problem that is not traceable directly to those 545 people. When you fully grasp the plain truth that 545 people exercise the power of the federal government, then it must follow that what exists is what they want to exist. If the tax code is unfair, it's because they want it unfair. If the budget is in the red, it's because they want it in the red. If the Army & Marines are in IRAQ and Afghanistan , it's because they want them in there. They do not receive social security but are on an elite retirement plan not available to the people, it's because they want it that way. There are no insoluble government problems. Do not let these 545 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from whom they can take this power. Above all, do not let them con you into the belief that there exists disembodied mystical forces like "the economy," "inflation," or "politics" that prevent them from doing what they take an oath to do. Those 545 people, and they alone, are responsible. They, and they alone, have the power.. They, and they alone, should be held accountable by the people who are their bosses. Provided the voters have the gumption to manage their own employees... We should vote all of them out of office and clean up their mess! "
Charlie Reese, is a retired reporter for the Orlando Sentinel and has been a journalist for 49 years. hit the nail directly on the head, defining clearly who it is that in the final analysis must assume responsibility for the judgments made that impact each one of us every day.
545 vs. 300,000,000
By Charlie Reese
"Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them.. Have you ever wondered, if both the Democrats and the Republicans are against deficits, WHY do we have deficits? Have you ever wondered, if all the politicians are against inflation and high taxes, WHY do we have inflation and high taxes? You and I don't propose a federal budget. The president does. You and I don't have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of Representatives does. You and I don't write the tax code, Congress does. You and I don't set fiscal policy, and Congress does. You and I don’t control monetary policy, the Federal Reserve Bank does.
One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one president, and nine Supreme Court justices equates to 545 human beings out of the 300 million are directly, legally, morally, and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country. I excluded the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered, but private, central bank. I excluded all the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason. They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a congressman, or a president to do one cotton-picking thing. I don't care if they offer a politician $1 million dollars in cash. The politician has the power to accept or reject it. No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the legislator's responsibility to determine how he votes. Those 545 human beings spend most of their energy garnering votes to stay in power and convincing you that what they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of party.
What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount of gall. No normal human being would have the gall or insolence of a Speaker, who stood up and criticized the President for creating deficits.... . The president can only propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it. The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating and approving appropriations and taxes. Who is the speaker of the House? Nancy Pelosi. She is the leader of the majority party. She and fellow House members, not the president, can approve any budget they want. If the president vetoes it, they can pass it over his veto if they agree to. It seems inconceivable to me that a nation of 300 million can not replace 545 people who stand convicted -- by present facts -- of incompetence and irresponsibility.
I can't think of a single domestic problem that is not traceable directly to those 545 people. When you fully grasp the plain truth that 545 people exercise the power of the federal government, then it must follow that what exists is what they want to exist. If the tax code is unfair, it's because they want it unfair. If the budget is in the red, it's because they want it in the red. If the Army & Marines are in IRAQ and Afghanistan , it's because they want them in there. They do not receive social security but are on an elite retirement plan not available to the people, it's because they want it that way. There are no insoluble government problems. Do not let these 545 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from whom they can take this power. Above all, do not let them con you into the belief that there exists disembodied mystical forces like "the economy," "inflation," or "politics" that prevent them from doing what they take an oath to do. Those 545 people, and they alone, are responsible. They, and they alone, have the power.. They, and they alone, should be held accountable by the people who are their bosses. Provided the voters have the gumption to manage their own employees... We should vote all of them out of office and clean up their mess! "
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