Now, I have to tell you, it's an unbelievably complex subject. Nobody knew health care could be so complicated. February 27th, 2017
Do you need further proof the man is a moron? Here, let me make it real easy for you. So uncomplicated, even a moron could understand it: A sitting GOP president with a GOP House of Representatives and a GOP Senate could not pass the latest excuse of a health care bill.
For the moment, the Affordable Care Act remains in place. But don't get all celebratory: the large group of Republicans who pulled their support weren't worried about people losing their health insurance; they objected to Medicaid and its expansion. It wasn't about listening to the millions who have gotten health coverage through ACA; it was about tossing poor people and children under the bus. Love the fetus, despise the mother and the child.
So rather than figure out you need both sides involved with this process, they're moving on to tax reform. I am waiting for that big announcement,
Now, I have to tell you, it's an unbelievably complex subject. Nobody knew tax reform could be so complicated.
He doesn't know too many words.
Taxes. I just did mine...or rather, with the sale of the house and the new book, I actually went to an accountant this year. Yup. I did. He came with a strong recommendation from someone I trust in all matters financial. Good enough for me. And in my meeting, not only did we figure I was getting a bunch of money back, he gave me a present I didn't know I was getting: a schedule E. For those of you who aren't special enough to know what a schedule E is, I'll tell you....you get it when you have royalties. Once again, my Velveteen Rabbit was showing. And as if that was not enough, he figured out why I didn't get my property tax rebate, fixed, and sent me a new form to sign from last year. Way cool. I can finally afford a Hirschfeld (or two...each kid'll get one after I die.)
I know I've said this before, but it bears repeating:
Taxes are the dues you pay for living in this country.
You don't have to like everything or every politician, but you still have to support roads and bridges and police and the armed forces. That said, I understand my tax dollars pay the security for whomever occupies the Oval Office. I get that part. However, I don't like paying for Mrs. Oval Office to live in New York while We, the People foot the bill for her living arrangements. Just like Mrs. Obama was told she was leaving Chicago for DC because that's how it's done, so should Miss Mellie and her progeny. Or, Mr. Billionaire should be footing at least part of the expense. Between the trips to Mar-Whatchamacallit and the other presidentially owned golf properties, it's a wonder Steve Bannon isn't getting more done.
Frankly, this whole family shtick is nothing more than shades of Billy Carter and Roger Clinton on steroids. Didn't we learn anything about presidential families the first seventeen or eighteen times?
The truth is, I'm sick of writing this stuff. Every week I have eight or ten items on the hit list by Monday morning, and for the 8th week in a row, I don't want to write about any of them. What I really want is for the Democratic Party to pull its head outta its ass and get to work finding a middle ground...one that will attract not only the center spectrum of Democrats but the terrified, moderate GOP members as well. If we cannot build a centrist coalition, we are doomed.
The Wifely Person's Tip o'the Week
Not happy with the current government? Get out there and change it.
Only YOU can prevent assholes from governing.