I suppose, considering the step ladder approach to the Super Bowl, this day will determine the finalists.
I’ll have to take the Seahawks over Green Bay. I’ll fidget and fuss with the other game, and finally, after much hesitation, take the Pats over the Colts.
I’m going to skip the rationalizations and ‘if;s’. Even though . . . Well. Can’t go there can I.
It’s that second game I’m walking small circles and mumbling to myself over.
I noted the other day that the State Governor has presented his ideas for the coming year. I also noted that there was back lash building. A recent headline:
Governor’s approach to deficit inspires dissent
Budget triggers ‘sin’ tax hikes, jeopardizes income tax cuts
That sin tax business? Man, oh, man. Sin will kill you and the state wants the biggest chunk of a person they can get while the person kills themselves with what pleases them.
Understand that the State needs money, but I also understand that each town in the State has three branches of government and roads and grounds and safety, etc., and then the County has exactly the same, only more of them; and the State has all of the same and more, if you consider the State Militia.
And the Federal Gov has all of that and even more and more, if one considers.
That’s twelve layers of roads and grounds and safety and branches of government, not counting the Red Cross, Planned Parenthood and Education.
I’m not one to complain much about taxes, though I do occasionally, nor contemplate revolution or rioting, but, damn, my Senator doesn’t even own a home in this state, and he claims to represent us. Hasn’t lived in the State except for elections for the last thirty years.
What’s that about taxation without representation?
From the reaches,