I have, what some people might say, HAD IT.
As our economy spirals swiftly and surely down the toilet, I figure we are all going to feel it in some way or another. Fine. Whatever. I don't like it, but I'll play along. I was a good sport about the whole financial institution thing, which really, can I tell you?, rubbed me the wrong way. But, if that's what it takes to help solve things, well, then sure, let's send all the CEOs on a super deluxe spa weekend to sort things out.
And as much as I don't like the prospect of higher taxes, I realize that since I do absolutely nada to contribute financially to our family, I am already enjoying the benefits of a welfare program, of sorts, in my own home. I guess I'm in no position to judge.
Well, in the 4 seconds or so that it takes to go from Google News to my Google Reader, this caught my eye. Uhhh, excuse me?
Oh, listen, I would just love to have my tax money go to help out the poor, struggling "Big 3", but guess what? I already have! I have not one, NOT TWO, but three American-made cars sitting in my driveway (two are VERY old, so don't even go down the "spreading the wealth" road with me). Those jokers in Detroit have gotten quite a bit of my money... How much more do they need?
I am sorry, but if Congress is really idiotic enough to pass this load of nonsense, I think those of us that own American cars should be exempt. Should I start a petition? Picket the Capitol (although traffic really is a headache down there at this time of year)? I guess I will start by calling my Congressman and Senators, and go from there.
Good Lord, what next? Trust me, if I am forced to burn my bras, we're ALL going to pay.