Well. Unlike many “Americans,” I watched President W’s “state of the police state” address tonight. For those of you who didn’t, don’t worry. It was a steaming heap of more political bullcrap. I’m not saying I hate Bush, or anything like that. I don’t think I hate anybody. (Nope, can’t think of anyone.) It takes too much energy to hate, and it’s usually ill-founded.
He mentioned the subjects we all want to know about, like, “what the hell are we going to do in Iraq?” and “Am I going to be jerked around when I’m 65 and want my damn social security money?”
Yeah, right. Like any of us are really concerned about that. Oh, at my age (32), I think about it from time to time, but I learned when I was very young that you can’t change the system. Can’t. Get used to it. The system changes when it’s ready to. (Sorry, Martin; if you didn’t do it in the ’60s, someone else would have, eventually. The time had come.)
He (“W”) talked about “courage,” and “fixing” things, and “good ideas.” Too general for a man with a specific mind. I like exact numbers. Tell me, George, where is the money going to come from? Who’s paying for it? Why do really stupid school teachers make more money than really good cops? Or why do really bad cops make more money than really good reporters? Etc.
How much, George, are you going to take from my tiny paycheck next year? Listen up, kids, it’s coming for you, too. You’ll only think you’re earning minimum wage, but you’ll actually be earning much less. And it’s not George’s fault. He didn’t start the fire. He just sat around and watched it burn. So did the voters. (Kerry might have fanned the flames a little.) Fact is, every administration since the nation began has raised the federal budget, raised taxes, and thus hurt its citizens.
Gripe, gripe, gripe. I would turn off my TV, but it’s the only friend that comes over on a regular basis. I have to be nice to it.