Memoirs of a reluctant Bulker

Seize the day!
Feeling the past moving in,
Let a new day begin.
You don’t have to move on, to let go.
It’s not where you’re from: It’s where you’re going.
Stand up, understand first, then seek to be understood.
Reject the mainstream.
Hold to the truth that you know.
Never accept failure.
Be the revolution!
What have you done with this day?
In the end, it’s our choice.

On this Starbucks black coffee I sip,

Careful to not miss a drip!

It’s Friday, jeans day and payday,

I’d have it no other way!

Will I matter, tilt the positive scales,

For post retirement, some good tales?

Whoops, fourteen mph above the limit,

Looks like I’ve stepped in deep sh_t.

Back to the basics I quest,

So, it’s Starbucks and Friday, throughout the rest….

Just because I make more than $250k a year, why should I have to pay the healthcare bill for those who are illegal, choose not pay for coverage or cannot afford coverage? Just because I have worked very hard over the past twenty years to get where I am today, that makes it okay for our politicians to say, "the rich shall pay for it, don’t worry about it."

What would happen right now to our Country, if all of the so called "rich" folks making over $250k a year decided to move to Mexico, everyone stopped smoking and did not fill their gas tanks up for one week?

Total chaos, a total governmental collapse.

So I wonder, are we getting it right up in Washington?