Monthly Archives: February 2013

Damn You, Sequester!

Hold on to your hats, folks. We are 36 hours away from automatic spending cuts known as the sequester.

And we all have Senators Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.) and Eric Cantor (R-Va.), and Minority Leader John Boehner (R-Ohio) to thank. How did we come to this in the first place? To understand where we are in terms of our ever growing $16 trillion debt, you need to go back to August 2011 when we raised the debt ceiling by $2.1 trillion despite losing our triple-A credit rating.

Like when your credit is low, you have to pay more to borrow money, and more often than not, you’ll be taxed. It’s the same with our credit rating. What we do not realize is Standard & Poors (the guys that took away our triple-A credit rating) can lower our double-A rating as well. This puts not only our jobs, but the jobs at the Pentagon, military bases, and border patrols at stake. It’s basically a lose-lose either way you slice it.

The sad part is the Democrats and the Republicans cannot come to an agreement. I mean, we can put a man on the moon, but we can’t find a way to get out clusterfuck of our national debt under control. Not only can we put a man on the moon, we actually did — in 1969. Now all the Democrats and Republicans do in Congress is complain. Failing to do anything to avert the sequester affecting millions of Americans while the ├╝ber-rich get off scot free, and sadly, at the expense of you and me. To all the Democrats and Republicans in Congress: stop complaining. Think of a balanced way to solve our budget problems before it turns into a sequester and let’s freaking agree on it. Our country cannot afford another layoff at the hands of the national debt.

Somewhere, Joe McCarthy is rolling over in his grave just listening to those two parties fight. And now I’m off my soap box.

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So God Made a SuperBowl Ad

I’m baaaaack!!!!!!!

But seriously, I watched SuperBowl XLVII last night and one ad in particular had something to do with our generation’s Farm Aid… when there is one. Dodge Ram’s “So God Made a Farmer” is based upon the poem under the same title as heard on Paul Harvey’s radio show.

And on the 8th day God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker!”. So, God made a farmer!
God said I need somebody to get up before dawn and milk cows and work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board. So, God made a farmer!
I need somebody with strong arms. Strong enough to rustle a calf, yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry and have to wait for lunch until his wife is done feeding and visiting with the ladies and telling them to be sure to come back real soon…and mean it. So, God made a farmer!
God said “I need somebody that can shape an ax handle, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire make a harness out of hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And…who, at planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty hour week by Tuesday noon. Then, pain’n from “tractor back”, put in another seventy two hours. So, God made a farmer!
God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop on mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. So, God made a farmer!
God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees, heave bails and yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink combed pullets…and who will stop his mower for an hour to mend the broken leg of a meadow lark. So, God made a farmer!
It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight…and not cut corners. Somebody to seed and weed, feed and breed…and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk. Somebody to replenish the self feeder and then finish a hard days work with a five mile drive to church. Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who’d laugh and then sigh…and then respond with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life “doing what dad does”. So, God made a farmer!