Category: Observations – Political and Otherwise

Nuts!

We seem to have hit some sort of “Twilight Zone.” Over the weekend, there was a report from a school in Florida where the Principal retired because of a parent’s complaint that children were exposed to photographs of the statue of David as part of an art class. It seems that the “parent” was aghast that their children would be exposed to a statue of a naked man with his hangy-down parts showing. It’s just nuts!

The wags have been having a bit of fun about this outrage, dressing the statue in dresses (uh-oh… Drag!) or covering the offending parts in (among other things) a map of Florida and an AK-40. There was even a drawing of God handing Adam a pair of underwear in the painting of the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel (Tighty-Whities. Boxers are out because you might be able to see Adam’s hangy-down parts through a gap which “lets your business breathe”)!

Apparently, the state of Florida allows even a single parent to have something removed from the classroom if they object to it. Lessons about the struggle for Civil Rights? Gone. Books about the hardships of Slavery – “Who says it was that bad?” The list is endless as it keeps growing by the day. And it’s likely to get worse before it gets better, especially since anyone with any objection will be taken seriously.

Had this nonsense been in place when I was in elementary school, my sixth-grade teacher, Mrs. Gillahan, would have been fired on several different occasions. Like, when she talked about milking a cow and pulling on the cow’s teats (pronouncing it “Tits.”) When the inevitable laughs came from the boys in the room, she went into her “Don’t fool around on me, I’m serious” mode, staring us down and smacking a ruler across her desk as a warning as to what may happen if we continued. Or, there was the time when she excused the girls while the boys in the room were given a clinical description of what was involved in circumcision.

You could have heard a pin drop.

To her credit, Mrs. Gillahan was the product of a different age. She was likely older then than, say, Willie Nelson is today. She may still be around. I wouldn’t put it past her. But she couldn’t teach school in Florida.

Back to Florida – I read an essay recently about a trend where opinion becomes the truth. The gist of the article was that there are certain groups of people who listen to opinions that are taught as truth. Anything not aligning with what is being taught as truth is automatically condemned as part of some sort of “Culture War” being waged against what is (inaccurately called) the Silent Majority.

It’s more like a vocal minority that the state of Florida (among others) is allowing to run things. It’s one thing for a parent to object to what his or her child is exposed to – It’s quite another for a parent to be able to keep all children from being exposed to something that one parent objects to.

Nuff Said

Crypto Through the Tulips

Crypto Through the Tulips

Yeah. I know. It’s a terrible pun. But bear with me.

Over the past year or so, I’ve had the occasional contact with women with *ahem* obvious assets who, when questioned, say something about dealing in cryptocurrency. Just the other day, a woman tried to get me into a conversation about Crypto. Funny how the conversation came to an abrupt halt when I said no. No Crypto. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Nyet! Considering last year’s dramatic drop in the value (?) of Crypto, I wonder about the wisdom of even considering it as an investment, being somewhere between a Ponzi scheme and outright robbery. This latest exchange brought to mind “Tulipmania” as happened in Holland at the first part of the seventeenth century.

To recap: Between 1634 and February 3, 1637, someone had the bright idea that Tulips had value beyond just a couple of stray Guilders hanging around the windmill. The value of Tulips skyrocketed toward the end of the year 1636 and February 1637. On February third, the value of Tulips dropped like a rock, eventually hitting pre-Tulipmania levels in a few short weeks.

Although I can’t put a date on it, the same thing happened to Crypto sometime last year. It was floating high, then all of a sudden, the value dropped like a rock. Recent attempts to interest me in Crypto are likely from people who may have been burned.

I told the latest person who attempted to get me interested that whatever she did with crypto was her choice – I wasn’t going to discourage her. (Well, this may be construed as discouragement to her and others, but since I suspect that I won’t be hearing from her again, I’m not losing any sleep.)

Crypto is not the first time nor is it the last time I’ve brushed up against a shady investment. I mentioned the term “Ponzi Scheme.” Other variations are referred to as “Pyramid Schemes” or the more sophisticated (and somewhat more legitimate) “Multi-Level Marketing.”

I recall being out shooting pictures for my high school yearbook when I was approached by someone not much older than I was driving a top-of-the-line Cadillac. There was a short pitch, followed by an invitation to a presentation held at the local YMCA the next evening. I was one of a room filled with people who were invited to participate in something called “Dare To Be Great!” Someone named Glen Turner had been selling cosmetics to a large degree of success. We were invited to take his course, “Dare To Be Great” so that we could sell others on the course to be able to sell others on the course ad-infinitum. It only cost $400 (this was 50 years ago) I didn’t have, and I saw little or no reason to even find the money to invest. Mr. Tolliver (the person who invited me to the course) was disappointed, I’m sure. I wondered for a while how long he was going to be able to afford his Cadillac.

There were several points in time where I encountered Amway. One was when I answered an ad and was invited to a house in an eastern suburb of Columbus Ohio where I was pitched by a man whose wife was running a daycare business with boxes of soap and evidence of several other MLM deals the couple had going. One thing I will say – Amway had some decent products. For some time I was a regular purchaser of their laundry detergent – at first from my then, Father-in-Law, and later from a friend I used to work with. Neither made a career of the business but managed to make a few bucks on the side.

Most of us are looking for ways of making a few bucks on the side.

A woman I know in Japan is out-earning her day job by a side hustle involving something called “Bey Blades.” There’s a site where another woman I am acquainted with bares her body for “tips” on a site called “Only Fans.” Another former co-worker drives an Uber (or is that Lyft) part-time. Or there was the operator of a local pizza buffet who maintained a room full of machines vending cheap trinkets and gumballs in his son’s name. For that matter, I can monetize my little blurbs on this site for tips, or coffee, or to sell my books.

But not now.

Spring is around the corner and the better half is making noises about planting tulips.

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Ants at a Picnic

Ants at a Picnic

There’s an adage here in the Lone Star State – “If you don’t like the weather, wait ten minutes. It will be different.”

Last Thursday evening, we went from some pretty nice weather to really crappy in no time flat. Just after supper, the tornado sirens went off, announcing the arrival of a severe thunderstorm with rain and high winds. Things started blowing around and the next thing we knew, we were in an interior closet with the dog Filbrix listening to a whole bunch of clattering and thumping – wondering if we were to lose power or our lives to what was going on outside.

The dog Filbrix insisted that she bring one of her tennis balls into the closet so we could toss it to her.

When the wind died down, we took a peek as best we could in our back yard, to find a major portion of our roof scattered about. When we got out on Saturday morning, we found that, indeed, large chunks of the roofing on the west side of our house had made it into the back and side yards. For the most part, it was just the shingles (as you can see in the photo above). The other half went to work, and I was left to take care of the mess as best I could.

Now, here in our little corner of the DFW Metromess (well, not just this corner, but in every corner), disasters are followed by contractors looking for work. Can’t say as I blame them. They swarmed our neighborhood like ants at a picnic from Friday morning and into Monday afternoon (while I was writing this). There were tarps going up almost as fast as they could be gotten from the home improvement stores with salesmen running about like kids in a candy store, trying to lock repair contracts as quickly as they could be written. I had a conversation with a fellow on a neighbor’s roof while I was in the back yard attempting to clean up the mess left by Mother Nature. He came to our door an hour later with a pen and a contract in hand, wanting me to commit then and there to having him take care of the damage done on my roof.

I told him that I already had a commitment with another contractor. No worries… but if you are unhappy with your contractor, here’s my card, give me a call.

Walking the dog Filbrix Friday evening, I was asked the same question about my roof, and did I need a contractor at least half a dozen times. Not surprising. I had a similar experience a few years back when I stopped at a fast-food restaurant with my son in an area where a storm hit a few days earlier. We were approached several times by contractors asking about our roof. While we were eating.

Ants at a picnic.

The fellow I talked to came by on Saturday morning to put up a tarp in anticipation of rain, possibly on Tuesday. He lightened my wallet by the better part of $500 for labor and materials – and the salespeople kept on a coming.

Sunday morning, the roofers were out at least at 7am and were out and about after noon. Sunday afternoon, we learned that the city was going to have a dumpster ready for people to come by to dump debris. The better half and I gathered what we had, loaded into the Jeep, and were the first to take advantage of the dumpster.

Tuesday morning I will be here with the contractor and the insurance adjuster to see what the damage to my wallet will be. It ain’t going to be pretty.

At this point, all I can say is that it could be worse. Crews could be rooting around the remains of the house looking for corpses. Other than a few aches and pains, we are intact and will be getting at least a portion of a new roof.

A couple of other notes.

The solar panels we have on the south side of the house were untouched. And our neighbor had the best comment about the whole ordeal – quipping that we were likely getting the indoor swimming pool we always wanted. It took me a while to realize what he meant. Sometimes I’m slow on the uptake.

Will update, maybe, later.

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Woke Up

Woke Up

“Want to have some fun? Find someone who insists on not being woke and ask them what it means. The fun starts when they start stammering and stalling, attempting to come up with a definition!” – paraphrased from a meme on social media.

Now there’s a nugget of truth. I’ve been seeing incidents where some politician or another (exclusively Republican) swears that they will never be “woke,” while accusing someone else (usually someone other than a Republican) of being “woke” or of “wokeness.”

Woke is a lot like the phrase I used to hear: “That’s just too liberal for me!” I haven’t heard that phrase in at least two years… since the demise of Rush Limbaugh.

The word “liberal” became a pejorative under Limbaugh’s watch. As was pointed out in a brilliant cartoon I saw at least 20 years ago, the dictionary definition of “liberal” is not what Limbaugh made it out to be. A “liberal” is someone who is open-minded, accepting of new ideas… something you would hope your children would be.

Almost as importantly, a “liberal” is someone who respects points of view other than his or her own. “Woke,” in my view, is much the same thing. It means that I can sympathize with other points of view.

Put another way – Sure. I am a straight, white, Anglo-Saxon protestant, but that doesn’t mean that I am unaware of some of the struggles experienced by the LGBTQ community; it doesn’t mean that I am unaware that being white or being male gives me certain societal advantages not afforded to people of color, or females. I see being “woke” as a matter of respect to other people not blessed to be in my situation.

This little essay will likely be lost in the flood of politicians using “woke” as a pejorative. There are various conservative think tanks out there which will suggest the use of the term “woke” as a pejorative and more than a few politicians who will use the term whenever they think it will be to their advantage. And there are more than enough willing dupes who will take the bait and firmly declare, “That’s just too woke for me!”

As Mr. Barnum once pointed out, “There’s a sucker born every minute.”

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Panic of the Week

Panic of the Week

Last week it was gas stoves – this week it looks like we need to be aware of the rainbows connected to the 50th anniversary of the release of Dark Side of the Moon, a recording by some rock group which incidentally stayed on Billboard’s Top 100 album chart for as long as anyone can remember. More on the record here in a bit.

But gas stoves. Seriously? The first I heard about some government agency warning about gas stoves came with the headline: “Biden Wants to Take Away Your Gas Stove!!” Yep, Joe Biden, President of the United States, to some the root of all evil (something about stealing an election by getting more votes), is set to send thousands of IRS agents to your house to confiscate your gas range! Just like Obama was poised to set government gun confiscation vans minutes after he was sworn in as President back in 2009.

Oh! The humanity!

It seems that we are bombarded by headlines from certain news sources telling us that we are on the brink of disaster on an almost weekly basis. I recall being told back sometime in October that we would run completely out of diesel fuel by Thanksgiving and that the economy would come to a standstill.

We’re still waiting on that to come to pass. Never mind that the 60-day supply of diesel fuel some portions of the media are trying to get you to panic about is what is usually on-hand and that the supply is being supplemented daily. Note, too, that the panic mysteriously went away shortly after election day.

Imagine that!

Every day there’s something trying to grab our attention – attempting to scare us into action or inaction, usually to the benefit of some group or another wanting power to… well, to twit whatever opponent they care to choose. It’s like the headline back there in the second paragraph of this little essay. There are people who dislike Joe Biden, and they love it whenever he gets even a small measure of comeuppance.

Can you say, “Classified Documents”? I knew you could!

It was pointed out the other day that time was that you had only three sources of national television news. These days, you have a multitude of sources to choose from – and people tend to choose whatever source they feel is closest to what they believe are their own views. Any source other than the chosen source is nothing but “Fake News!” Any opportunity to twit an opponent is good news – pure and wholesome, and 100% true!

Back to gas stoves.

There are risks involved in any sort of cooking as there are risks in every aspect of life. No need to panic. No one is going to come knocking at your door, wanting to confiscate your gas range.

As far as Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon, fifty years is a landmark. Even more amazing is the fact that the album remained on the Billboard Top 100 album chart quite literally for decades. (Bruce Springsteen’s first album, Greetings From Asbury Park New Jersey, also hit the 50-year mark this month. Hardly anyone noticed.) The graphic artist who created the 50-year logo included a rainbow – something seen on the album cover. All of a sudden, there was an outcry from some quarters about the rainbow, and how there was an alignment with the Gay community! Think what you will about Pink Floyd’s Magnum Opus, I really don’t think that the musicians involved in making that album were signaling the Gay community. Yet, there you go. Someone with too much time on their hands and/or a chip on their shoulder is out there making something that isn’t about a 50-year-old record album.

It’s time to light up the gas stove, make some home-made soup, and take another listen to Pink Floyd!

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New Year – New… Something

New Year – New… Something

Well, the old year is in the books (yep, yep, yep!) and here we are, right on the edge of the new year, waiting to see what’s coming on the other side. Here it is, January second; already I’ve heard from a friend of mine that he has lost a long-time mentor and friend. A shame. We seem to be losing friends faster these days – friends our age and younger. How much time we have left, well, I’m in the process of seeing how much more time I can gain by exercise and listening to the right doctors.

So far this month, my scorecard is filled. At least on Wednesdays.

Coming up the day after tomorrow, I see my Primary Care Physician. Next week, I get a CAT scan and blood work in anticipation of more blood work and a visit with the cancer specialist the following week. My final Wednesday appointment will be with my Optometrist. She’ll likely send me next door with a prescription for new glasses. If I want to see what’s going on, I sure would like to be able to see what’s going on. Come October, I will see the Ophthalmologist to see how soon I need to have my cataracts looked after.

Hopefully, I will be able to die at a ripe old age by gunshot from a jealous lover. Dad wanted to go that way. As it is, he will miss his 100th birthday by 29 years. He thought that he might be able to copy the wish of his Uncle Johnny, who promised to “Kill an ox and invite everyone I know to the party.” Uncle Johnny missed his 100th by only a year and a half.

Dad was looking forward to his Uncle Johnny’s party. Dad’s 100th will be January 12th. Looks like I will celebrate the occasion by going to EfM (Education for Ministry) and maybe calling one of my siblings.

With the new year, I’m taking my time to be thankful for some of what went on in the past year. I’m thankful that my visits to the cancer specialist are largely an opportunity for her to tell me (again) that there’s nothing to worry about – that the bump in the road I had in 2021 was nothing more than a bump in the road. I’m being thankful in lieu of feeling guilty that my cancer was easily taken care of while a friend of mine had been undergoing intensive treatment for most of the past year. Thankfully, her doctor told her that her cancer appeared to have disappeared, just in time for Christmas.

I’m thankful that I was able to travel to Ohio for my 50th high school reunion. I was able to connect with quite a few friends I had lost touch with while finding new friends I didn’t realize I had.

There are many other thanksgivings I could cite, as well as many others I may not realize I had.

As far as 2023 goes, I have a lot to look forward to. There are adventures afoot and people with whom I can share those adventures.

Here’s to all the adventures you, the reader, will have in the coming year.

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By Air

By Air

McKinney – the city next door to us – is putting proposal in front of voters next spring to put a commercial air terminal at what is known as McKinney National Airport. It’s an interesting proposal with definite benefits, but for my little corner of the DFW Metromess, it may be problematic.

Don’t get me wrong. I love aviation. I even went so far as to purchase a study guide so I could perhaps pursue becoming a pilot. I’ve even had the opportunity to take the controls of a small airplane owned by a friend of mine in an incident I call “Thirty Seconds Over Beaver Ohio.” I’ve hung out at small airports – can tell you where to find several landing fields you never thought were there and can probably tell anyone who would care to listen more about aviation in general much more than they would like to know.

But proposing an addition to the local airport to support commercial traffic? Well, I would like to think that calmer heads will prevail when it’s time to vote on the proposal… a vote which I will not participate in because I don’t live in McKinney Texas. No vote on a proposal which may affect me if the proposal is accepted. The skies are already a bit crowded around here.

To begin with, the Federal Aviation Administration issues maps showing airports, air lanes, and traffic control zones (that’s how I know where the airports are). There are three air lanes coming almost directly over my corner of the Metromess from airports to the northeast. I’ve flown from Columbus to both Dallas area commercial airports (DFW and Love Field) and know that when I spot McKinney National I’m almost home. Almost all day, I can spot airplanes coming into the local commercial airports. Nights, and early mornings, I can see the landing lights of approaching inbound airliners. The airport in McKinney is a touchstone of a sort. It’s fun, really, to see those planes headed to the major airports – and to a certain degree, it’s fun to see some of the smaller aircraft in the pattern to take off and land at McKinney National.

For the most part it’s fun watching aircraft headed to or from McKinney National. There are days, however, when a pilot or two forgets that they need to be at least 500 feet above the ground while zooming over a residential area. The smaller prop jobs can be forgiven – the occasional business jet flying low to the ground is cause for concern. A 737 flying as low as some of the business jets fly would be super scary.

Still, it’s fun to watch the variety of aircraft plying the general neighborhood. South of town there’s a patch used by people with motorized parachutes. There are the occasional hot-air balloons, like the one which followed the dog Filbrix and me on Sunday – landing in a field next to the Tractor Supply store just around the corner. And there are the occasional sightings of older aircraft. A regular visitor is a DC-3/C-47 which is a frequent visitor to McKinney National. Monday, there was an overflight by a B-29! I was seriously surprised.

The prospect of having regular passenger service so close to the homestead is just a wee little bit frightening – however, as has been pointed out time and again, one is more likely to be involved in an accident on the way to the airport than when flying a plane.

I’ll take that into consideration when it comes time for the proposal is put to a vote next spring. As if the people here in my little corner of the DFW Metromess would be allowed to vote on a proposal which could have a major impact on us.

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Elections and Politics in General

Elections and Politics in General

“Trump Declares Himself King of England! (Claims Charles rigged the succession.)” – Seen on the internet September 8, 2022

It has been an interesting couple of months, leading up to an interesting week and a couple of days. What with Queen Elizabeth II crossing the rainbow bridge (so to speak), leading to the ascent of her son, Charles to the throne – with England and English Parlaiment in economic disarray to the point that the Prime Minister quits after 44 days, it can be confusing to an amateur Anglophile like me to make sense of it all. Add the confusion, much of it deliberate, of the election season ramping up here, and it has become enough for me to stop and wonder if keeping away from television news has been the best thing I could have done for my sanity.

Here in my little corner of the DFW Metromess, we are electing School Board members (2), a County Judge (AKA a County Commissioner in some places), the “Big Three” State officials (Governor, Lietennant Governor, Attorney General), and a Congressman. Since “All politics are local,” I will stick with the local politicians before heading out of state.

I’ve actually had the opportunity to meet some of the local candidates. One of the hopefuls for the School Board is a nice young woman (in relation to me) I met at a community event last week. She was focused, sharp, and her name alliterated. That’s important to me, to have an alliterative name. One of the other hopefuls has an alliterative name, so, I’ll vote for him, too!

The fellow challenging the incumbent for County Judge was at another gathering held a few weeks ago. He appeared to have a good grasp of what the county needed to facilitate growth, something which has eluded the current Judge. This corner of the Metromess appears to be growing much faster than the amenities (things like water and electricity) can handle. Forward thinking and hang the politics if something needs to be done.

One other consideration not mentioned before is a Yes/No vote on a new city charter – a “Home Rule” charter. The city sent a packet explaining the Charter and what would be involved. My first reading of the document was favorable, in that it allowed for the city to be divided into Wards, with representation being a little more accessible. As it stands, Council people are considered to be “At Large,” meaning that there is the possibility of all council members being from the same neighborhood, or all belonging to the same social group (something I suspect is the case now). While it seems like a good idea to go to a “Ward” system, the catch is that the lines won’t be drawn for another 8 years after the approval of the new Charter. The other catch is that the proposed Charter was not properly developed – that members of the Charter Commission were hand-picked instead of being elected. It will be interesting to see how the question will wash out.

Running for Member of Congress are a former Judge and a newbie. I’ve met the newbie. He has the right attitude as far as I am concerned – keeping in mind my experiences with members of congress when I was living in Ohio. The former Judge lucked into his candidacy due to the philandering of the current lame duck revealed the day before the primary election. What really irks me about the guy is that he is running ads on the internet claiming that “Biden’s 10,000 new IRS agents are poised to go after the little guy.” What he neglected to say was that the 10,000 agents would be phased in over a ten year period, with most of them replacing agents who would quit or retire over that time period. A disingenuous tactic to say the least. My vote goes to the newbie.

And then there are the incumbents at the top of the state ticket.

Several hundred people “Crossed the Rainbow Bridge” due to an inadequate power grid a year ago this past February. Mass shootings due to lax gun laws have also caused people to “Cross the Rainbow Bridge.”

The top of the state ticket has had more than enough time and enough resources to take care of a number of problems facing the state – instead, they are spending an inordinate amount of time and resources suing the federal government while ignoring the needs of the people – women in particular. I am irked at the finger-pointing. As I have said on other occasions, I would rather fix a problem instead of fixing the blame.

New blood in the statehouse may not fix everything, but at least it will go a long way to at least getting a running start on fixing what ails us.

Again, I am happier than the proverbial pig in mud that I have fallen out of the habit of watching television news.

On to the bigger picture.

It’s much the same as the local picture. Politicians saying anything to get a leg up on their opponents. Truth gets squashed; lies get spun. Doesn’t matter which side you’re on, the other side is evil.

Period.

No wonder many of us have become jaded in the past, say, twenty years. Maybe forty.

In the bigger view, as in the smaller view, there’s a lot which needs to be fixed – something which ain’t gonna happen until politics becomes more about helping and less about power.

Maybe voters will express their disgust this time around.

But I ain’t holding my breath.

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Things Politicians Say

Things Politicians Say

A few years back, I worked at the circulation department of a small daily newspaper, The Chillicothe Gazette. Part of my job was to help carriers within my “Zone” collect money from subscribers. In the system we used, subscribers would pay up-front – usually for a month’s worth of papers. No problem for most of our customers, but there were the occasional sticks in the mud who argued that they had a problem with the system. “After all,” they reasoned, “I don’t pay ahead when I go eat at a restaurant.”

Obviously, they either hadn’t been to one of a number of fast food emporiums, or decided to conveniently forget about paying for one’s meal and then waiting for it.

Those folks should be livid about a stated Republican plan to eliminate Social Security and Medicare – programs most of us have been paying into for most of our lives, waiting to collect on what we paid into the plans when we become eligible. In other words, I paid for my newspaper, now someone wants to steal my paper from my porch!

What’s worse is that there are solid Republicans of my acquaintance who are quite happy with taking advantage of both Social Security and Medicare while using whatever tricks they can think of to maximize those benefits. “We paid into the system, we should get a payout from the system,” they’ll tell us. And that’s fine. What irks me is that at the same time, they are supporting politicians who would bring the government to a halt in order to get their way and eliminate the very programs from which they benefit.

And if you don’t believe me about bringing the government to a halt, watch what happens in the next couple of months if Republicans gain back their majority in the House and Senate in November.

That’s why Republicans are stopping at nothing to get voters voting for them. At least, so it seems.

In the past two years, we’ve seen Republican-majority state governments come up with all sorts of new rules and regulations intended to stifle the vote, or, “prevent voter fraud.” Interesting that of the very few voter fraud cases found and prosecuted from the 2020 election, most of the incidents (if not all of the incidents) were caused by Republicans.

Then there’s the misinformation. The local fellow running for Congress in our area has been running ads on the internet to the effect that the current administration’s hiring of tens of thousands of new IRS agents will be used to wring more taxes out of the middle class. It has been publicly stated that most of the agents in question would be hired to replace” overworked agents who would be retiring over the next ten years. Less than 10% would be “new adds,” allowing the IRS to go after higher-income taxpayers who find ways to game the system to their advantage. There are billions of dollars which can be collected from taxpayers in the upper brackets without touching the middle class.

Other misinformation seen here in Texas centers on “hot button” issues known to trigger ultra conservatives; claiming that Democrats are for things like “On Demand Abortions,” “Open borders,” and against preachers saying what they want when they are in the pulpit.

Putting the hot button issues aside, Republicans don’t have many talking points about what they hope to accomplish if elected other than to decimate social programs or put the kibosh on the economy if they don’t get their way. Given what they’ve already said about what they plan to do, they’re better off attacking the other side to hide their true intent.

Three weeks. Let’s hope that we elect politicians willing to allow us to keep what we’ve already paid for.

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