Out of the Deep and Drowning in Debt

OK, I know what you’re gonna say, “Where have you been, deep space?!” No, but I’ve been deep in the conservative closet since Obama’s campaign and election. Euphoric liberals, of which there are many in my part of the country, are unpredictable. I thought to myself, “Why get hurt trying to tackle a Democrat running towards a wheelbarrow, nay, dump trucks full of the public’s money?” So I laid low and waited, knowing that when Dems get their hands on a load of free government cash, bad things can happen. Case in point, the shiny new curb-cuts-to-nowhere in my neighborhood (we don’t have sidewalks where I live). I guess I shouldn’t complain, the curb-cuts look OK. They’re sort of like modern yellow art amid the dirt, that is, if you like art, otherwise they look ridiculous. Same for downtown—they re-did some street crossings in our two-block downtown, so about 8-10 actual “cuts.” Must've been stimulus money, and it sure is stimulating for some. One street corner is now graded so steep that anyone in a wheelchair would flip over backwards trying to go up it, but the yellow curb-cut to the hill and the fancy brickwork crossing sure look nice.

Yup, the smell of money to a liberal is like cocaine to a lab rat—they’re just waiting for more when the time is right. Obama’s election made the time right for the free-money group, and about 3 pm is the right time for the lab rat. At least the rat only gets a controlled, measured dose once a day from his keepers. Scientists know that cocaine doesn’t ‘grow on trees’ so to speak. They understand that the hand that feeds them , i.e., government grant money, can be taken away at any time, so they better use their resources carefully—very carefully. Unfortunately, liberals believe in unlimited access to OUR money for some pretty damn awful experiments. And just like chocoholics after a binge, they lick their fingers to taste every molecule of green printer’s ink that they can only to line up begging for more with their pleading but beady little eyes—sort of like rats.

Now, if you’re like me, you don’t like rats in your yard much less building curb cuts to nowhere in your neighborhood. So I think it’s time to set some traps (Hmmm, maybe I can put in a grant request for rat traps? $25K should be enough if I include overhead). But truthfully, the traps are probably not needed. What with the endless smell of burnt money drifting out of the White House, Dems will dope themselves up on the fumes (while the rest of us are choking), and they’ll fall off the re-election cliff all by themselves.