Obama the Taxing Liar
I arrived home late last night after making a road run for the 20th birthday of my daughter. My task was simple; show up with a pocket full of money, and lay it down whenever it was appropriate, such as after lunch, dinner and breakfast for her with a bunch of friends.
From all outward appearances nobody looked like they were starving, but once a waitress asked what they wanted it was a different story altogether. They wolfed down Thai food, American food, and everything they could put in their mouths it IHOP. Not only that, they all carried doggie bags like I carry tools.
I didn’t spend any time in her apartment, because I’m sure there were a lot of things there that I didn’t want to learn about. There were a lot of things that needed to be fixed there, the old lady even had a whole checklist of it, but I didn’t bother checking it, it somehow found it’s way to my shredder. It doesn’t bother me as it falls under the category of: Her house, her problem.
When you’re twenty years old, you need to start figuring some of these things out on your own. For instance, the vacuum cleaner is broken. The solution is simple; buy a new one.
The old lady told me, “They have a very begrimed kitchen floor.”
And I said, “So, what then?”
And she answered, “Well, they really need a new mop.”
And I answered, “They will grok it out.”
I swear, if I hadn’t put her in headlock and duct taped her to her seat, she would be down there this morning cleaning the mess.
She wasn’t familiar with Big Kahuna Child Rearing Rule 1, which clearly states, No energy will be expanded on cleaning any child’s abode after age 12. They are perfectly capable of handling this chore on their own.
If they want to live in a dirty house that smells of beer, Captain Morgan’s Rum, pizza, cigarettes, BO, and old doggie bags; so be it. I don’t have to live there, or eat anything that comes out of the fridge, or hunt for a clean glass.
Not my problem. Been there, done that. One day the three who occupy the digs will wake up and decide that they may need to clean up a tetch. They’ll get everything all nice and sparkly, and then there will be another party, and it will look like it did when we arrived.
Since the time I made a 40 days and nights oath to lay low, many of you have been sending me emails updating me with what is going on in the world. One thing I learned from you is that the Obamessiah’s pledge of a tax cut for 95% of Americans is a huge bunk of crap. He knew it from the start, but he still kept on taking the message to the fleeceable.
When the federal government cuts the federal income tax, but then adds stealth taxes on gasoline, cigarettes, alcohol, and every other conceivable item you can think of, then it really isn’t a tax cut at all. Now add in that local municipalities, and states, are raising their taxes, and you have a net tax increase. Do you actually believe he didn’t know this going in?
He has refused to do anything about earmarks, (broken promise), and he has refused to make any budget cuts (Im gong to go through every item on the budget and take out what shouldn’t be there.), (broken promise), and he has mortgaged your grand children’s future for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.
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