While I was on the treadmill this afternoon listening to music on the iPod and trying to stay healthy, my mind wandered... I know, first time for everything, ha. I thought about a time when we could eat a big breakfast with buttermilk biscuits, real butter, scrambled eggs with sharp cheddar cheese, and some sausage, bacon, or a big slice of country ham, maybe molasses or homemade jam -- and never think about calories, cholesterol, gaining weight, trans-fats, or whether the Federal government would tax us for eating these foods.
I remember as a kid the biggest worry I had was making sure I obeyed the rules my parents set for me (or get a whipping with a belt from my dad as punishment for disobeying) and whether my mother would get me the birthday cake I wanted. You remember, bakery birthday cakes with no fiber, icing made from pure powdered sugar and oil, and all types of food coloring to make those pretty flowers on top of the cake. I never gave a thought to whether the cake had any fiber, or if it was made with whole wheat or multi-grain flour. I just liked the taste and so I ate it. I didn't worry about getting fat either. It wasn't like I ate this cake every day!
My mother and I were in a store one day when I was just a little girl. I don't know why I remember this particular day, but we were at the check out and there was a skanky teenager in front of us paying for something. Apparently the cashier knew her, they were talking about the skank getting married. The cashier asked her, "How are you going to live, neither one of you have a job?" The skank replied, "We're going to live on LOVE!"
As the skank left the store, my mother looked at me and said, "Boy, does she have a lot to learn!" I didn't know what living on "love" meant then and I didn't know what my mother meant either. As I grew older I learned life lessons from my parents, from other relatives and some the hard way. But one thing is fore sure, today we have a bunch of people in Washington who think they can live on love, hope and change and entitlement. Those folks are about as clueless as the skank was.
Somebody has to pay the bills, that's the lesson the skank hopefully learned and that's the lesson that Washington needs to learn. The "somebody" is hard working taxpayers. You know, all those thousands and thousands of people attending TEA Parties and town hall meetings.
I've been watching the TEA Parties across this nation today and especially in Washington D.C. and I can't remember a time in my life where Americans took to the streets like they have this year. The homemade signs were wonderful, expressing the true feelings of these proud Americans. They were from all walks of life, all religions, all races, and all political parties -- they came together today as Americans. They know that something has to give before Washington breaks their backs with taxes and change.
Glenn Beck has been doing commendable work in explaining the situation, pointing a finger at the bad guys and good guys, and also suggesting solutions to the problem. It's one thing to gripe, it's another to take action to change the situation.
The solution is that the skanks in Washington MUST GO! The sooner the better. They've been living on love, hope and change way too long.
Now I'm going to go grill some steaks, make some smashed garlic potatoes, carrots, and enjoy every bite of it. (I wonder what the Obama taxes will be on that meal???)
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