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Well I have kept quite on Mindsay about how I feel about the economic bail out. And after getting a little more information, talking to a few people (including accountants and one friend that works for the IRS), and then hearing that the House defeated the bail out bill; I felt it was time to open my mouth.
I say good for the House of Reps for defeating the dayum thing! If you didn't know the buy out wouldn't have saved anyone? Including us peons of the middle and poor classes? If anything it would have harmed those of us that pay more taxes in then the rich ppl!
If you think I am shitting, you should have talked to your accountant and made a few phone calls to the IRS. If the bail out would have gone through, come Febuary when the next installment of the bail out was destined to happen, those of us who pay in to taxes and get tax returns would have been ass out! The big wigs and the politicians that wrote the bail out contract had it in their bill that if it came to pass, they would have taken everyone's tax return at next tax time.
Now normally I am not a big Michael Moore fan, but Mr. Moore with the help of MIT Financial Students, came up with a different plan for the same amount of money of the first bail out. That plan would have given each US Citizen 15-20 million dollars apeice. Not couples but apeice. Basically giving us back our own money. Do you know what all of us could have done with that money? We could have stabilized the economy! Those banks who are sitting on bad loans, could have been paid off by those that are paying on the bad loans. The housing market would have boomed! Morgateges would have been paid off, those of us that rent would have been able to go out and buy a house. The car industry would have increased because of everyone going out and buying new vechiles. The Retail industry would have increased with ppl doing home maintanice, buying items they have been needing but couldn't afford, and the travel industry would have boomed also! Not to mention we would have helped to bail out the financal institutions by investing our money. Back bills would have been paid off, increasing business investments of companies that would have seen a windfall of money coming at them!
Instead of helping these super rich coroprate men, they should look into helping the American People. And I have said it before and I'll say it again; I know right were we can get soem extra cash and clean up a budget or two! Take the dayum outragous income that still living Presidents and their wives get and cut it in 3/4 of what it is! They have done their job they shouldn't be getting that much money after the fact they did their job in office. The wives shouldn't get shit! They didn't do anything for our gov't. OOOOOOO they were ambassadors what ever. They weren't on the pay roll they don't get retirement! Same with the preisdential widows! Their ol men made a butt load of money. If they didn't invest it properally not the tax payers problems!
Okay that little rant is over with.:d So I finally put my two cents in on the bail out. I think we the people should get the money to pay off our back bills, our morgatages, and go out and help the economy instead of giving it to the banks that screwed up and gave out bad loans!
On the other hand, these people need challenging to change, maybe, but maybe at a later point where they'll consider it
I cannot bring myself to genuinely admire that nature though, nor can I afford to, but I can still act a little + with the good people around me, I don't have to direct a happy approach towards the bad person, they just have to see it, and see the power of friendship.
Thing is, when my dad picks a (worded) fight with me, I have to defend myself, I suppose he is one who I couldn't lead by example - and he sees himself as the leader I think anyway, and he just wouldn't be challenged if I pretended to be what he wanted me to be
Ok so I was way too excited yesterday to go over the full story so here go's
I received a call from my dad last Monday advising me that I had received a legal document from the State of New Jersey. Now this has been going on for quite some time, because my mother and I have the same name as well as middle initial it seams that my most important mail gets forwarded to my parent’s home in Mississippi. Dad starts giving me the speech as to why I shouldn't have changed my name and how things would only get worse as I got older. If you don't change the subject dad can go further than the energizer bunny and forget what the actual rant was about. I say rant because he always closes out by with "I am not mad at you, I am mad at the post office" He finally tells me mom will send the letter by ups until I beg him to open it. Uh I can't read it. So for 3 full days I wait and I wait for the letter to come in and nothing. I call my dad and grandma’s nurse tells me in the nicest southern drawl that the letter was sitting in the kitchen after being returned. Now I lose it. I'm driving past a golf course with the convertible down and scream as loud as I can, look over and see at least 12 golfers looking at me as if I have just driven on the green instead of screaming in the air. I have no choice now but to call the township and find out if I need to be in court. Now this is the same township whose officers have come to my house well over 20 times and done nothing, so I am already preparing myself for the worse. The secretary answers and I explain my situation and she answers with as much attitude that you would not expect "well if you look at your summons it has it on there!" I breathe and breathe and breathe before I answer that I don’t have the summons and if she would look it up it would help. She starts slamming the keyboards and finally tells me that the summons is for Mike Howard and only Mike Howard.
Fast forward to the following day...court day. I signed harassment complaints almost 3 months earlier and while he had been served numerous times he never showed up. I remember looking at the floor and asking God to please put a judge that would see through Mr. Howard’s deceit and maybe force him to admit to himself as well as the judge that he had a problem. I will never know if the judge did read him the riot act or if he plead guilty, but either way something happened. Mr. Howard returned home that night and nothing. Not a peep, not a slam, not a sound. Now this is the day before the eviction and while I prayed he would not lose his temper in the house silence was a little scarier. The following day came and went with the hours ticking slowly. Just as I was about to give up hope and let the worse of the worse float in my mind the horizon of a white box truck crept in the corner of my bedroom window. Not only was he moving...he was throwing everything into the truck as fast as possible, with as little noise as possible.
I cried as quietly as I could into my pillow and gave thanks for this moment of freedom. It not only surprised me that I did not live with the snake with its neck cut off wildly thrashing until it realized it was dead, but he actually cleaned the room!
I have been to hell and back and learned several lessons the hard way
Google's Steetview has provided the world with another act of random comedy. All I had to say when I first saw this is wow. I mean on one hand, let's be glad this guy survived the threat of alcohol poisoning. On the other, I kinda wonder how he got there. It looks as if he was politely dumped out of the passenger seat of whoever's vehicle that was in the parking space next to the grass. That's if they even came to a complete stop when driving by the street that his feet are still in. I must admit I feel his pain though... Reminds me of the night I cheated on vodka and had my first liquor threesome with Goldschlager and 151. Serves me right.
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