Sapped.
It’s been a rough month.
We’ve watched the evaporation of much of our retirement funds, we’ve seen massive spending codified in a bill that no congressman or senator read before voting on it, we’ve learned that, unless you’re a union shop, you need not bother bidding on any of the “stimulusâ€-funded infrastructure projects, we’ve seen a promised tax assault on those who already pay most of the tax, we’ve seen a shamefully phony “tax cut†for some who pay taxes and even those who don’t, we’ve learned about fiscally crippling “cap and trade†solutions to a phony “climate change†problem, we’ve been told we’re “cowards†when it comes to the subject of race, and we’ve endured seeing The One and/or his wife on seemingly every magazine published in the U.S.
Oh, there’s more – plenty more, but the point of this little exercise is to tell you that the past month has rendered me incapable of writing much of anything at the moment.
I think I shall sit in a comfy chair and read.
Later, Peeps.