Friday, October 24, 2008

“The First Thing We Do”…………..

“Is kill all the Lawyers”     The Bard's word’s not mine, from Henry VI. It was originally meant as what was needed to be done as a prequel to a revolution. And in my opinion, one hell of a good idea.

Turn on the TV. Any channel, and you get bombarded with commercials for suck hole lawyers offering to get you out of your IRS responsibilities for a fee. “ I owed the IRS over forty eight thousand dollars. They negotiated with the IRS and I didn’t have to pay a thing” “They were going to take my business as I owed two hundred fifty thousand ($250,000.00) dollars. We settled for forty” “I was on a tread mill paying the IRS interest and penalties”…… And so it goes.

CUT THEIR DAMN HANDS OFF

I have to pay my taxes, so do you. If I run up my credit cards because I am an asshole, why should I be able to get an attorney to get me out of my own mess? I wasn’t brought up that way. We all have to pay for the losses the retailers and merchants suffer due to this theft. That’s right theft.

If you run up your credit cards and don’t pay the bill, YOU ARE A THIEF! Again YOU ARE A THIEF!  You should be treated as a criminal. You should not be allowed to use some parasite attorney to negotiate your way out of YOUR responsibilities and your debts. If you owe the IRS for back taxes because you failed to pay them on time or at all, YOU ARE A THIEF!  Everyone who pays their taxes and lives responsibly is paying for you being a scumbag. You should be locked up or placed into a forced labor camp until your debts are repaid.

Don’t sit there and complain about or blame the global financial crisis for your own stupidity. It’s not the greedy Wall Street executives alone who have caused this crisis. It’s partially a scumbag caused problem. Pay your damn bills and don’t live beyond your means.

How simple can it be?

Monday, October 20, 2008

Ice Station Zebra Minus Rock Hudson........

As most of you know, Wifey and I live on the beach in Emerald Isle NC. We are in a little rat hole of a trailer type duplex across the street from the ocean. It’s a gross little cave we live in, but it is made better by the fact we can sit on the porch and look at the water and it’s a short walk to the beach. We often refer to it as camping at the beach as the accommodations at Hanna Park are nicer and cleaner than this dump we live in. When the wind blows it whistles right through the house. You can stick your finger between the door and the door frame when it’s closed. You can see daylight between the windows and the frames also.

Wifey and I woke up this morning and it was 47 degrees outside. The little flashing Weather Bug thingy on my Fujitsu said it was 42.

That wind slipping through the door and window frames was COLD this morning. LT was sleeping on top of Wifey’s head stealing warmth. The main heater has two settings. Off and Glass Kiln.  We have a little space heater we run most of the time in the living room portion of the cave. It does a pretty good job at keeping the place tolerable.

Our “trick” is up on the 15th of November. We then fly to Los Angeles for a week long cruise on the Carnival Pride to celebrate our 20th wedding anniversary. The night before the cruise we are going to stay at/on the Queen Mary hotel. How cool is that. See, It pays to stay married to Chuckie for 20 years!  When we get back we are moving into the house behind us. For those of you who have been here, it’s the gray one next to the big yellow one with the pool directly behind our back porch. It will be a lot warmer, It is cheaper than the rat hole, and is two orders of magnitude nicer. We can’t wait.

Our new spot also has three bedrooms so if anyone is inclined to come visit us here on the chilly coast you are more than welcome. We will be here until the middle on January. We hope to get back to Florida then and plan on being a whole lot warmer. We will be in Jacksonville and Okeechobee the first week of December dropping the boat at Young Billy’s and going to Old Billy’s 50th birthday celebration.

We hope to see a bunch of our friends while we are there.