Bed. Move out of bed, puke. Well, try to, didn’t have enough in me to bring up. THen some more bed.
Two freaking DAYS. I wanted to get my damned deer stand up. Guess there’s another year without a stand. Dammit.
Wanted to get balljoints done in the truck, too. Feeling a bit better though still at home, may try to do the uppers later today, if I’m not unconcious.
Kelly’s been walking around in her 2008 World Champion Philadelphia Phillies tee-shirt all day today. Yeah, I know a Philly girl who’s a happy camper.
Me? I have the Rangers (cough, choke, sputter, suck) to root for.
One argument says, “They made their bed and now they should lay in it.”
The other side worries about the massive loss of jobs. Numbers so freaking huge, so far reaching, most of us couldn’t even begin to imagine the impact. (Hint: Think one out of every ten Americans.)
In the end, yes, give them their bailouts on a few minor conditions such as,
1. All management from any company receiving aid must step down and NEVER return. Their careers in the automotive world are over. I don’t care how talented they are.
2. Dissolve the Worker’s Unions (UAW, I’m speaking directly to you), completely and forever. I hold their greed, corruption, and thievery directly responsible.
In reality, the average American does wonder when we’re going to begin holding people accountable for their actions. I’m thinking right now is a pretty good time to start.
