Climate Change is kind of my thing.

Jumping down the proverbial economic steps of my financial future smashing down each concrete step on my kneecaps, I squeal in pain but it’s a triumphant middle finger of a squeal to old Uncle Sam. I am defiant in my protest. I am feeling the ornery pinch in my buttocks and yes it is unwanted touching. I think the bourgeoisie representatives are using imminent domain to man handle my checkbook.  They are more than happy to reach in my front pocket, give a gleeful squeeze and then take what they want.

Yes it is tax time and I am happy to pay my fair share as long as it does not completely wipe out any gain I have had in my cost of living pay raise. I pay sales tax, gas tax, income tax, payroll tax, entitlement tax, bend over and feel the full weight of the government tax. My American Dream is not to be a millionaire, it’s not to drive an expensive American built car, it’s not to have a house, it’s not to live high on the hog, I just want to earn enough to drink enough, to play enough and to eat enough.

How am I supposed to consume to my meager Zen-full limits if my pay check goes down as inflation goes up? I don’t care if the Fed wants to print their way out of this debt ceiling; I find a sarcastic laugh deep in my belly that we would devalue our own debt! Hey, if I could I would print my way out of my car loan I totally would! I say why wait for the credit raters to downgrade the US credit rating, I say let’s not try and beat them lets print money and let inflation work for us. İViva la inflatioñe! The monetary policy in this country is like a child eating candy, gorge and purge, gorge and purge!!!

I will not curb my whiskey addiction for Uncle Sam, only for me and my health!