If I had a job in the city being able to use mass transit I'd rather have a four day work week than work from home. It would be a plus not having to use the car, waste gas and get out of the house and be able to enjoy getting around the city be it New York or Boston. If I were working elsewhere and I was forced to drive to work than I would much rather work from home. I would think it would be more economical and energy conservation savvy staying at home.
The way social security and medicare are described by the pundits and any politician on the news is the most powerful weapon that works against these two programs. Time after time these supposed “experts” use the phrase entitlement as if these programs weren’t paid into by the American people.The level of ignorance regarding taxes and who pays what to which program or entity of government is astounding. It calls to mind the misplaced outrage over the 47% of Americans who don’t pay taxes, that is an unequivocally falsehood yet it is ferociously believed and defended by those who listen to fox news. Social security and medicare are retirement programs guaranteed by the U.S Treasury unlike the 401K plan which can evaporate if the stock market goes bust, these two government programs also help ensure that many of our elderly do not sink into poverty as they did before the advent of social security and medicare, it goes to show how successful these two programs are when the opposition believes that their disappearance won’t be missed, that the public just takes it for granted. Unfortunately that is a measure of success and why a good thing is often most vulnerable because everyone has forgotten how bad it was before the program was adopted.
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The fiscal irresponsibility of the GOP during the Bush years made Reagan look like a real economic genius. Everything else remaining equal, there has never been a time in our history where during wartime, taxes weren’t raised to pay for the military expenditures. World War 2 had a lot to do with getting us out permanently from the Great Depressions sinkhole because it called for huge manufacturing output and tax increases. The two combined finished the job that F.D.R had started with all government programs. Not only did Bush’s administration decide to take the surpluses from the Clinton administration and give it back to the people but two wars were launched as well. And we wonder how the deficits got to be where they are. The GOP legacy of yesteryear when there was some semblance of economic sense has been destroyed by the Bush lessons and completely stomped on by the tea party politicians. I don’t see the GOP redeeming itself any time soon.
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Twas Christmas night and all the gifts have been opened, the family dinner has been cooked, eaten and digested by now, the traveling back home from my mother’s house has been made in the overload haze of holiday cheer. As I unwind from the holiday onslaught, that had started after Halloween, it becomes, as it does every year, depressing that all that build up and anticipation for one day is over, and that one day has come and in a few short hours, will be gone.
Ever since I was a little girl, believing in Santa Claus or not, I grew sad on Christmas night because I realized that the next day was only another countdown to next year’s Christmas. 364 days seemed like an awfully long time to wait once again for Christmas. Having become an adult, I feel pretty much the same, realizing with the same despair that all that preparation is only going to come round again in less than 364 days, much less.
The overkill of the marketing, merchandising and materialism of Christmas becomes onerous. The true spirit of Christmas does negate most of those less than positive feelings, and I will try to keep the true spirit of Christmas alive and well in my heart and not get so depressed this year after the holidays. I think that perhaps if Christmas wasn’t so close to the end of the old year, maybe I wouldn’t be so melancholy. The thought of a new year, which essentially means another year added to my collection of years, makes me a little sad. I get attached to the age I am for the short year that lets me be that age, I don’t particularly enjoy giving up that year, I got good at being that age, why ruin a good thing?
My daughter entertains me on a daily basis without fail since the day she was born. My son reminds me of my father who I lost before his time and my husband makes me laugh, not just any kind of laugh, but the kind of laughter that comes from deep down and leaves you feeling better after having laughed that deeply.