Dear America,
happy wednesday. (salutations)
we have a new member of the family. I like to think of her as a just a girl, her name is Charlotte, a day in the life spinning her world wide web called home. She sits right outside my kitchen window and every morning she coaxes me into believing she means know harm, as I go about my business making coffee.
It's just Charlotte.
and just so you know, she is HUGE (I would tell her she's fat, to cut back on a fly or two, but where would that lead? would it change anything? I think not. And besides -- then, I would not only be feeling her menacing stare down each morn, wondering what on earth is going on in that puffy little head of hers, I would always be looking over my shoulder after she intermittently retreats during the high noon sun).
as Arachnids go, Charlotte is one of the biggest, fat-est, ugliest little things I have laid my eyes on in a long time. seriously.
I have to think of her as something out of a storybook or nursery rhyme -- for without making a conscious shift convincing myself that she is the sweetest thing ever, I would be totally freaked out!
oh my goodness. oh my goodness. just thinking about her is making me squirm.
It's just Charlotte; there is nothing to be afraid of G...what is the big f*&@ deal?
She is outside -- you are inside.
She is wheely, wheely whittle -- you are wheely, wheely big.
oh right, and just where the hell am I going with this this morning?
Let's start over.
happy wednesday.
I am just surprised, if not stunned, of how easily we can be swayed, misguided, duped, by simply giving something a new name.
That's it.
Have a nice day, buh-bye.
ah, who am I kidding. I'm not done.
So apparently, living in the United States of America, circa 2011 -- in the land of the free and home of the brave, creator of jack be nimble and jane be quick, having given birth to self-reliance and the power of one, maker of true liberty and justice for all -- every ideal and principle we have grown to love and adore, shelter and protect, uplift and respect, has been upended, subverted, usurped or come undone.
HOW? just by giving it a new name.
ahh don't be afraid, it's just Charlotte.
So the behaviors and actions and policies and regulations we used to consider to be acts of socialism, or communism, or Marxism -- spinning and weaving the very ideals we knew in our heart to be economically and culturally overwhelmingly dangerous -- is now just Progressive-ism. It's no big deal, right?
ahhh, isn't she so sweet.
Truth is, there are some super scary things going on in America, but the scariest of all seems to be our response to it.
we do not make good money after bad.
AND when it comes to the Republic for which we stand:
WE, The People, DO NOT build a strong America when we lower ourselves to the weakest link, punish success, cease to aspire, stop showing up, make excuses, point fingers, divide the populace by propaganda, extinguish all signs of faith in God, and all but eliminate every single founding principle and value. It just can't be done.
We can call it by any name we want to get us through the day; but by the end of the day, don't kid yourself, it will no longer be a Republic held in high esteem and recognized the world over as the leader of the free world. We could look out our window all the live long day, but that America would be all gone. buh-bye.
The thing is, what grew over days, weeks, months, totally and fundamentally transforming itself into something else right before our eyes carries the potential of being the shape-shifter of our greatest demise. One man's sweet, whittle, progressive-ism is another man's socialism, communism, marxism.
BE afraid, people, be afraid.
It's just Charlotte? I think not.
Let's call her what she really is -- the big, fat, ugly, menacing beast that she is; the biggest, freakiest, scariest spider I have ever seen in my whole entire life. not exaggerating one bit. she is butt ugly. and being a stubborn little thing, she seems to have settled in quite happily under the eaves.
and just look at me now...almost at ease... just popping into the kitchen in the morning, uncharacteristically and strangely excited to see her...
...hello, Charlotte... top of the mornin' to you and even flashing her a little smile.
...she's so cute...ain't she sweet (say it like Paula Deen, ya'll, and ya really got somethin' goin'on)
...by all appearances, Charlotte seems to have grown on me, I'm totally un-phased...
happy wednesday, AMERICA!
ARE YOU doing YOUR FAIR SHARE of MAKING it that way?
Make it a Good Day, G
Love that president of ours talking about paying our fair share of taxes lately, don't you? Catch this from out of Sydney...it's a small world after all....
The AP has done some fact checking. About 1% of our Wage Earners are considered millionaires -- comes to about 230,000; data shows less than 1,500 of those millionaires did NOT pay their fair share, or any taxes at all. Having said that, the top 10% pay 70% of the Federal Tax burden -- while the bottom 47% actually pay NOTHING. If you are one of the 228,500 millionaires who pay the federal tax rate per the IRS schedule, you pay 29.1%; if you are a wage earner making between $50,000 and $75,000 dollars, you pay at a rate of 15%.
If Warren Buffett were to take a salary, he would (rightly so) be paying his fair share according to the tax code; but he chooses to not to.
Last Thing:
WE are talking about MONEY earned -- with blood, sweat and tears of our own doing.
and for a great mocking of just how does our garden grow:
happy wednesday. (salutations)
we have a new member of the family. I like to think of her as a just a girl, her name is Charlotte, a day in the life spinning her world wide web called home. She sits right outside my kitchen window and every morning she coaxes me into believing she means know harm, as I go about my business making coffee.
It's just Charlotte.
and just so you know, she is HUGE (I would tell her she's fat, to cut back on a fly or two, but where would that lead? would it change anything? I think not. And besides -- then, I would not only be feeling her menacing stare down each morn, wondering what on earth is going on in that puffy little head of hers, I would always be looking over my shoulder after she intermittently retreats during the high noon sun).
as Arachnids go, Charlotte is one of the biggest, fat-est, ugliest little things I have laid my eyes on in a long time. seriously.
I have to think of her as something out of a storybook or nursery rhyme -- for without making a conscious shift convincing myself that she is the sweetest thing ever, I would be totally freaked out!
oh my goodness. oh my goodness. just thinking about her is making me squirm.
It's just Charlotte; there is nothing to be afraid of G...what is the big f*&@ deal?
She is outside -- you are inside.
She is wheely, wheely whittle -- you are wheely, wheely big.
oh right, and just where the hell am I going with this this morning?
Let's start over.
happy wednesday.
I am just surprised, if not stunned, of how easily we can be swayed, misguided, duped, by simply giving something a new name.
That's it.
Have a nice day, buh-bye.
ah, who am I kidding. I'm not done.
So apparently, living in the United States of America, circa 2011 -- in the land of the free and home of the brave, creator of jack be nimble and jane be quick, having given birth to self-reliance and the power of one, maker of true liberty and justice for all -- every ideal and principle we have grown to love and adore, shelter and protect, uplift and respect, has been upended, subverted, usurped or come undone.
HOW? just by giving it a new name.
ahh don't be afraid, it's just Charlotte.
So the behaviors and actions and policies and regulations we used to consider to be acts of socialism, or communism, or Marxism -- spinning and weaving the very ideals we knew in our heart to be economically and culturally overwhelmingly dangerous -- is now just Progressive-ism. It's no big deal, right?
ahhh, isn't she so sweet.
Truth is, there are some super scary things going on in America, but the scariest of all seems to be our response to it.
we do not multiply wealth by dividing it.
we do not lift people out of poverty by giving them the fish.
we do not make good money after bad.
we do not reap when we do not sow.
we do not make a good day when we do nothing.
we do not create happiness when we think despair.
we do not grow our good when we plant bad seeds.
stop...enough already...we get it.
stop...enough already...we get it.
AND when it comes to the Republic for which we stand:
WE, The People, DO NOT build a strong America when we lower ourselves to the weakest link, punish success, cease to aspire, stop showing up, make excuses, point fingers, divide the populace by propaganda, extinguish all signs of faith in God, and all but eliminate every single founding principle and value. It just can't be done.
We can call it by any name we want to get us through the day; but by the end of the day, don't kid yourself, it will no longer be a Republic held in high esteem and recognized the world over as the leader of the free world. We could look out our window all the live long day, but that America would be all gone. buh-bye.
The thing is, what grew over days, weeks, months, totally and fundamentally transforming itself into something else right before our eyes carries the potential of being the shape-shifter of our greatest demise. One man's sweet, whittle, progressive-ism is another man's socialism, communism, marxism.
BE afraid, people, be afraid.
It's just Charlotte? I think not.
Let's call her what she really is -- the big, fat, ugly, menacing beast that she is; the biggest, freakiest, scariest spider I have ever seen in my whole entire life. not exaggerating one bit. she is butt ugly. and being a stubborn little thing, she seems to have settled in quite happily under the eaves.
and just look at me now...almost at ease... just popping into the kitchen in the morning, uncharacteristically and strangely excited to see her...
...hello, Charlotte... top of the mornin' to you and even flashing her a little smile.
...she's so cute...ain't she sweet (say it like Paula Deen, ya'll, and ya really got somethin' goin'on)
...by all appearances, Charlotte seems to have grown on me, I'm totally un-phased...
Yo, G, SNAP OUT OF IT!
phew, that was close.happy wednesday, AMERICA!
ARE YOU doing YOUR FAIR SHARE of MAKING it that way?
Make it a Good Day, G
Love that president of ours talking about paying our fair share of taxes lately, don't you? Catch this from out of Sydney...it's a small world after all....
The AP has done some fact checking. About 1% of our Wage Earners are considered millionaires -- comes to about 230,000; data shows less than 1,500 of those millionaires did NOT pay their fair share, or any taxes at all. Having said that, the top 10% pay 70% of the Federal Tax burden -- while the bottom 47% actually pay NOTHING. If you are one of the 228,500 millionaires who pay the federal tax rate per the IRS schedule, you pay 29.1%; if you are a wage earner making between $50,000 and $75,000 dollars, you pay at a rate of 15%.
If Warren Buffett were to take a salary, he would (rightly so) be paying his fair share according to the tax code; but he chooses to not to.
Last Thing:
WE are talking about MONEY earned -- with blood, sweat and tears of our own doing.
"A wise and frugal government,
which shall leave men free
to regulate their own pursuits
of industry and improvement,
and shall not take
from the mouth of labor
the bread it has earned --
this is the sum of good government."
Thomas Jefferson
and for a great mocking of just how does our garden grow:
"Government's view
of the economy
could be summed up in a few short phrases:
If it moves, tax it.
If it keeps moving, regulate it.
And if it stops moving, subsidize it."
Ronald Reagan
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