"The Congressional Budget Office estimates that the latest triumphant deal includes $2 billion of cuts for fiscal year 2013. Wow! That's what the Government of the United States borrows every 10 hours and 38 minutes. Spending two months negotiating 10 hours of savings is like driving to a supermarket three states away to save a nickel on your grocery bill." columnist Mark Steyn, plucked from The Patriot Post this morning...go here for more from them...
and right under it... came this little beauty --
"By all accounts, President Obama won the fiscal cliff showdown. Why anyone would take much pride in this kind of 'win' is beyond me. It's a bit like being the least filthy toddler in the mud pit." --columnist Jonah GoldbergI believe what we have here is a failure to communicate clearly.
How can we expect the average citizen to really get a grasp of how little is being accomplished? For the majority of us, we are just now getting a grip on getting the kids up on time and back to school, making sure the dog's been out, and paying the gas & electric -- nit-picking upon the various details of the fiscal cliff, pull leeze, spare me.
Awareness is everything, isn't it?
I mean, that's kinda been part of the problem; Americans have had their heads stuck in the sand for approximately WAY too long.
Sometimes, all it takes it a shift in perspective to see it -- or, to put it another way... the student is ready when the teacher appears.
Just maybe...given the dire financial reality, and considering the escalating greater concern of the next generation inheriting it -- the collective will be willing to see the truth.
Just this past weekend, as I was bouncing around with great hopes of restoring order to the homestead, the television was left on the Travel Channel for some background company. Bizarre Foods America was highlighting our very own San Diego Zoo when I heard something that hit me surprisingly hard.
I never knew little white fluffy bunnies are fed to the lions by the pound full everyday. The camera even zoomed into a well placed bin just to give us a good look at them -- and there they were....little fluffy white cotton tails and pink noses and all.
But the thing is, all of a sudden I became acutely aware that I have never even considered what we feed the lions at all, let alone the thought of sending peter, paul and mary cottontail to the lion's den every single day.
Instant lightbulb, bing!
Don't get me wrong, however -- I mean, a lion must be fed; if in the wild, surely a few bunnies bite the dust all the time. I get that. Circle of life, circle of life...and death.
But now, here we are -- all of us -- sitting in the catbird seat and KNOWING full and well the history of tyranny all through the ages, whether it be soft, hard or something in-between and intangible -- and for WAY too many of us, we find ourselves still looking the other way.
But don't kid yourselves, we have really put ourselves into a sticky wicket this time.
There is no way out but through the restoration of order in the kingdom, even if it's comes by picking up one thing at a time and putting it back to its proper place.
Which is reminding me of the tattered and torn newspaper clipping dating back twenty years above my desk...a column from Ann Landers... and basically it's this girl complaining about her parents always being on her back "...I'm a nervous wreck from getting yelled at" she says. "All I hear from morning till night is 'stop smoking, get off the phone, hang up your clothes, do your homework, clean up your room.' How do I get them off my case?"
what did Ann say?
Get off the phone.
Hang up your clothes.
Do your homework,
and clean up your room."
Look with your own two eyes...
billions of dust bunnies.
Make it a Good Day, G
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