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Once again the people we sent to Washington, D. C., are engaged in a staring match. They think the first one to blink loses the 2014 mid-term election.
The future of our country boils down to a game of chicken between a bunch of rich people that won’t have trouble finding a job if the economy goes back into the toilet.
Most of them will keep their high-paying jobs in the House, the Senate, and the White House. Those that don’t get re-elected will be replaced by more people that haven’t worried about having enough money to buy gas to go to work in many years…if ever.
I fell down when I got home from my day job Tuesday. I slipped on the ice in my driveway and landed shin-first on a pile of ice chunks that had fallen off of my roof. It hurt pretty badly, but the initial pain subsided.
I went to my part-time job. Twenty minutes after getting there, I couldn’t put any weight on my leg. I had a baseball-sized lump about four inches below my knee, and the pain actually burned. I couldn’t stand to have my pant leg touch my skin.
First, I tried to do my job. I needed the money to buy gas to go to my day job. Two weeks earlier, I’d missed both my part-time shifts because I was flat on my back with a terrible cold. I had already missed one whole paycheck (a whopping $56.00 after taxes), and I didn’t want to go home early…I’d be giving up nearly half of another weekly paycheck.
I got to the point where I had to go home because I couldn’t do anything but say, “Ouch,” and curse. I could barely work the gas and brake pedals.
I was convinced that I’d broken my leg, but I kept thinking how much it would cost (even with insurance) to go to the emergency room. I lay on the couch and iced the shin. I took some ibuprofen and hoped it would get better…it did. By bedtime, I could put weight on it. By morning I was still sore, but I could walk.
I’ve still got a golf-ball sized lump and my entire right shin is a giant bruise, but I didn’t go to the doctor or the emergency room. I worked my whole part-time shift Thursday night. I was slow, but I got the job done.
I’m not telling this story to get pity. I don’t think I bravely faced adversity. I imagine that 95 percent of you have a similar story. You’ve gone to work sick or hurt. You’ve foregone medical care, and you’ve done these things because you couldn’t afford to lose time or pay another medical bill.
Back to the arrogant sons-of-bitches in Washington, D. C. When was the last time one of them worked sick or hurt because they needed every hour they could scrounge? When was the last time one of them got injured and didn’t go to the doctor because they were scared of the bill?
The answer, of course, is, it was a very long time ago…if ever.
Now, these bastards are playing chicken with our future. If they run this economy into the ground to prove who has the biggest wang, they won’t have to choose between work and medical care.
They are playing poker with our money. They are wagering our health and welfare just so they can say, “The other guy blinked. Ha-ha-ha.” They should be ashamed, but they have been whores for so long that they have no shame.
Neither the right nor the left in Washington, D. C., have a clue what a tightrope most Americans walk every day. The drop ceiling in our tiny bathroom rusted out and the ceiling fell in. It took less than $75.00 to replace, but that $75.00 was supposed to be for food and gas.
The sons-of-bitches in Washington, D. C., don’t understand that my example is typical of life in America today, and I have two jobs. We don’t drink or do drugs or have expensive hobbies. Life is our only hobby, and Washington, D. C., doesn’t understand or apparently care how hard it can be.
I’m not looking for pity or a handout…I could use a hand. Corporate profits are at an all-time high. The CEOs of companies that make nothing get bonus checks in the 8-figure range and beyond while their corporation pay no income taxes.
Just remember this when some politician asks you to send them back to Washington, D. C.
Republicans and Democrats are screwing the pooch when it comes to taking care of average Americans. They are doing a marvelous job of bending over for Wall Street and the rest of the upper 1 percent, but, those guys pay better than we do.