Taxation

To those of you who are weary becuase of the taxes you pay to the United States of America.
Go home and get out a check and write it to the United States of America for 10,000,000,000. For that is how much you owe to have the priviledge of being an American. For all that was done before you were born by unknown and known people for centuries. For all the bloodshed that has given you the right to live in freedom. Put that check in your desk drawer and then don't feel so bad when you pay a small portion of that sum in taxes each year. It is a priviledge to be an American and have the freedoms you have enjoyed your entire lifetime.

Blunderbuss and eggnog shakes

I was just breifed by Mr. Glenn Beck that Mr. Obama has devised a number of new organizations to oversee many more oversights than even Mr. Roosevelt implemented for the New Deal. My impression- ok. No Problem. Start the shovel rolling and take a look in a few months and see which ones we should hold onto. The republicans have a good eye for overkill, but the Democrats are unified in their ideas of what is useful to our society. I was actually very impressed that Mr. Obama had so many ideas to bring forth. Very impressed indeed.

Wish you were here, explained.

This song echos from Classic Rock Stations around the globe.
Have you ever considered the power behind these lyrics? Here it is:
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
...A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
And cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war,
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

What does this say in English?
Do you think you know the difference between living well and living easy? Do you know where the money comes from that you want to live your life smelling in the back rooms of your mind? Do you like to eat cheese or would you rather buy a dime of "maybe I can". Did you leave your dreams of wisdom for a pretend film about people you'll never meet? Do you like your friends who are dedicated to your betterment or did you forget who you were really in love with who is really your Creator! From where did you get your satisfaction? A friendship or a final word? When you lost your way in life, did you ask for help from your inner voice or did you let yourself be dazzled by the microscopic rain in your head?
If you are two souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, did you realize that you were not with your own dreams but with the dreams of yesterdays plans conceived by fools and fiends?
This was a great song and I am glad that I think I know its meaning more now than I had considered in the past.