I'm irritated this morning. There's a lot of things irritating me, but mostly I'm irritated because of the economy.
The media, depending on your source, is reporting it's good, but bad, however it should get better - or not. Otherwise, they're dancing around the fact unemployment is as high as it was years ago, the value of the dollar is shrinking and the only real thing to be learned from Washington politics is that they're clambering to insulate their ivory tower from the rest of the U.S. so they can keep their family business of profiting off taxpayers in the black.
Meanwhile, to add insult to injury, there's a tremendous waste of resources to enact new gun laws, when those on the books aren't enforced, only apply to honest people and the criminals have the resources to find guns in spite of the laws. They don't care. They know they deal with other criminals, so they need to be as well armed as their adversaries. Citizens who always follow the law are now being forced to decide if their ability of protection is worth the possibility of being thrown in jail for something as ridiculous as having a clip that holds more bullets than the amount dictated by a bureaucrat in Washington. Of course, criminals will have clips that hold as many bullets as they want. Their concern for the law is far less than their concern for survival.
More illegal workers are to be found daily. They've brought their families, since there's little effort to stop the activity. They're here to do the jobs that Americans refuse to do. Of course, they're usually paid in cash, by people that only perpetuate the problem, and no taxes are collected to pay for those that can live quite comfortably on government handouts, with long term unemployment checks.
So, I have a lot to be irritated about. I'm getting close to retirement age and there's no doubt in my mind that my retirement will most likely involve a pine box and a plot of ground, surrounded by oak trees. I've worked as hard in the last few years as ever in my life and I'm getting tired. I refuse to be quiet and I refuse to give up. We're getting robbed by our government and they're doing it with a pencil, which has the power of guns to force us to follow their demands.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, they can be found by clicking the labels button "stuff I made up".
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.