I’m Back - Happy New Year

I’m Back - Happy New Year

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Well, It's a new year. Gas is cheap and so are women. Just kidding. Women aren't cheap. They never have been. No matter what woman you get, believe me, it's going to cost you, in one way or another.
But enough about women. Let's talk new year's resolutions. I've kept mine so far, which was ... don't make any new year's resolutions.
But enough about resolutions. Let's talk about our new president. According to one voter of the fairer sex, "Now I won't have to worry about making my car payment or my house payment or my bill payments ..."
Another lady said, "Now our children will have a chance to succeed."
Those are exact quotes as far as my memory serves. Sad, really. What these poor women don't seem to realize is that such responsibilities don't reside in the power of the presidency. It resides in those women.
Barack Obama doesn't shoulder the burden of peoples personal financial obligations. Nor does congress. Or the courts. All of that was settled many years ago by a group of protestant Christians who fought and died for liberty and, with the help of Almighty God, drew up a document to ensure that such liberty would be lasting. They called it the Constitution of the United States of America. That's the problem with things like, "... of the people, by the people, for the people." Along with personal freedom, it means personal responsibility. Having been given the one we must embrace the other. Now if you lived in, say, Germany, (and I don't mean the past cold war eastern block Germany, I mean Germany sans the Berlin wall) then you'd have a little more financial protection ... and less freedom.
I dated a German girl once – damn she was fine, an accent, six feet tall, blond hair, full, Viking figure, and legs for miles ... (ahem, sorry). Anyway, as it turned out she was too emotionally unstable (either that, or I was an asshole, I forget which). But she told me that in Germany, you can't quit a job. Oh you can quit, but not whenever you want. You have to first give notice, then wait a reasonable amount of time for your employer to find your replacement; a few weeks, I think she said. So let's say you quit on the fifth of May. In Germany, you have to keep working at the company – that is, you HAVE to keep working – until sometime in the beginning of June.
By the same token, they can't fire you and say, Have your locker cleaned out by noon. They too have keep you working there, paying you each week and giving you time off to find another job for however many weeks the government deems sufficient.
Now, I don't know if the middle finger was in the minds of our founding fathers when they set up our system of government with regard to employment, but it sure seems to fit. When some fat bastard named Kowalski with a stub of a cigar hanging from his bloated, oleaginous lips calls me a Nazi simply because I'm big, blonde, and have a German last name, I like the idea that I can reach into my pocket and whip out that ever ready stars n' stripes middle finger as a visual aid to help illustrate my dissatisfaction with his administrative capabilities.
In Germany, he would simply blow a puff of rancid smoke in my face and say, Hey, kraut, I've got you for three more weeks, now get your blitzkrieg ass back to work. But not in this h'yer United States of God blessed 'Merica, by damned. No sir'ee! I can quit any job when, where, why, what and whichever I want. Nuff said. I can then put my finger away for future use and step outside the building, breathe a fresh breath of bi-centennial post revolutionary freedom, thank Nathan Hale, stretch my arms, look around and say to myself, "Oh bloody hell! I'm out of a job."
But that's the way of the greatest, most generous country on the face of the Earth (that's a statistical fact, by the way, not my opinion). And that's the way we conservative Christians like it: The freedom to succeed and the freedom to fail. Either way, it's up to me, not my government.
When those two ladies I quoted above find that they still have to pay their own bills and make their own way in life, they might be tempted to move to someplace that helps guarantee their financial prosperity for them, like Germany, or even better, Cuba. In Cuba, Fidel Castro pays all their medical bills for them and makes sure no one has anymore than anyone else ... except of course for Fidel Castro. I don't recall any pictures of him with hollow cheeks and living in a corrugated metal hut.
But, according to the Libs, he takes care of his people.
And, if the two Obama mania ladies did live in a truly socialist country such as Cuba, and just happen to be among the lucky ones, at the end of the month, Castro just might give them an extra bag of rice. Oh goody!
Much as I hate to lower myself to cliché, Be careful what you wish for ...
you just might get it.

Keck