The last several days have not been very pleasant. My twice a year bout with Bronchitis Death Match was going swimmingly, like drowning goes swimmingly before the actual drowning happens. Luckily, just as I was sitting there in an upright position and not moving unnecessarily, I was introduced to a new level of Hot Baked Fresh Hell with a slice of Where on Earth did I get this Painful Wound With the Purplish Black Sludge Oozing out, and When Will It Stop syndrome. So far, the bronchitis is winning, but the purplish black sludge has stopped, leaving behind an angry looking scab. I thought it was a pimple. Silly me. I haven't had a pimple in nearly 25 years or so. Oh well, I suppose it could be worse. It could be Tuesday November 4th and I could be wheezing and oozing during an Obama celebratory dance of death and constitution burning party. BYOF! (Bring Your Own Flag!) So there's still time to come up with food fit for a Wake.
On a more promising note, Irksome Middle Child was all for voting for Obama, until I told her this story I read, by Citizen Warrior @ Infidel Bloggers Alliance.
A Parable For Our Time
Today on my way to lunch I passed a homeless guy with a sign that read "Vote Obama, I need the money." I laughed.
Once in the restaurant my server had on a "Obama 08" button, again I laughed as he had given away his political preference — just imagine the coincidence.
When the bill came I decided not to tip the server and explained to him that I was exploring Obama's "redistribution of wealth" concept. He stood there in disbelief while I told him that I was going to redistribute his tip to someone who I deemed more in need — the homeless guy outside. The server angrily stormed away from me.
I went outside, gave the homeless guy $10 and told him to thank the server inside as I've decided he could use the money more. The homeless guy was grateful.
At the end of my rather unscientific redistribution experiment I realized the homeless guy was grateful for the money he did not earn, but the waiter was pretty angry that I gave away the money he did earn, even though the actual recipient needed the money more.
I guess redistribution of wealth is an easier thing to swallow in concept than in practical application.
My Number 2 daughter discovered the evils of wealth redistribution, when she got her first paycheck of January 2006, that she'd been looking forward to all week..... she was left with .21. Yes. That's right, .21.
How? How could you only get .21 on a paycheck after working for more than 25 hours in the week? Well....our slimebag governor Ed Rendell and his Pennsylvania Kleptocrats passed a law allowing local townships and buroughs to raise the 'local occupational tax' from 10 dollars a year to as much as 52. Do you think Lancaster restrained itself and raised the occupational tax to 20 for the year? Oh No....that would be, you know, restrained, and all. Nope. They went whole hog and raised it to the maximum. And who got hit the hardest? Was it the rich who don't never no how pay their fair share? Uh-uh. It was the working poor. The teen employee working part time and going to school. The unskilled laborer. People like my then teenage daughter, holding a worthless piece of paper with .21 on it all hers to spend, she cried some bitter angry tears.
Now she is in college. What are the chances that Obama's Socialist Worker's Paradise Scheme will persuade her to vote for him? Not a chance in Hell.
Update: The Chowder was a major success! We followed up with a Nice Creamy Coconut Custard Pie.
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