I have been plugging the benefits of municipal power for the past 24 hours (fuck yeah, Wallingford Electric Division). It sickens me that so many remain without power and will remain without power for the next several days. Starting to follow the next tropical depression off the coast of Africa closely.
“Under President Bachmann, you will see $2 gas.”
Does that mean that the economy is going to tank all the way down to 2008 levels again if you’re elected? Why would anybody say this without realizing that $2 gas was the sign that our economy was AWFUL?
For as long as I can remember, I have always rooted for the underdog. I’ve always stood up for people who have issue with standing up for themselves.
Recently, in talking with people who are far more intelligent than I am, it occurs to me that there is a very specific purpose for taking care of people who can’t take care of themselves. Perhaps in a way, it’s truly American: Help people who appear to need it, even if they don’t think they do. If you don’t help them now, they’ll need it later. And if they need it later, it could be expensive. It could be inefficient.
I’d been speaking recently with people far more intelligent than myself, who frequently push this theory on me that, it’s cheaper to offer social services to those who need them, because it’s less expensive than having to deal with them later. Logically speaking, it makes sense: Who’s going to want to spend money in a shop when they’ve just passed someone on the corner who is obviously homeless? You lose revenue. What’s cheaper, having insurance, or the hospital bill?
What does happen when you start asking poor people to submit to drug testing to get aid? Why is it that those who are already down on their luck get treated like criminals? I highly recommend reading this for some insight. Very infrequently do people realize the true cost of poverty in this country.
The secret to being “self-made” is simply to believe in reincarnation, and kill yourself over and over until you are born with the silver spoon in hand. If you are born into poverty, you have almost no chance. And even if you are born wealthy, there’s still a pretty good chance that the economy will tank, and you’ll finally be able to experience suffering. You know, the kind where you have to sell the big colonial house out in guido-land and settle for the 1st floor of the 2 family house in the 30% minority population section of town. And god forbid you have to apply for food stamps.
I’d been meaning to starting a blog for a while now. Expect some interesting stuff.
My main goal is to get feedback on various things I’m working on, describe what life is like as a politically moderate American, and rant about various things that interest me. Maybe even post a comic or two.