The long term survival of this once great country is going to hell faster than we can alibi for it. We used to be That Shining City on a Hill but now we are That Country that Used to be Able to Put a Man on the Moon. I have been coping with this ever more obvious reality up until this point because I was secure in the knowledge that I had a Survival Plan.
My Survival Plan was beautiful in its simplicity...
I planned to pick up the pennies & nickels that are being thrown on the ground every day outside the local gas stations by our Imported Landscaping Industry Workers after they buy their breakfast.
I had every intention of picking up enough of this thrown away money to buy Dog & Cat Food for myself and my wife from my local Pets Mart, Pet City and/or Poochie Palace.
Did I hear you say that my plan was brilliant? It was but it is now not as bullet proof as it once looked! This is awful! (Do I seem to use the word “awful” a lot? If I do, that is really awful!)
What went wrong with my plan, you ask? What caused this harsh reality to hit me flush in my face was I recently took a walk through my local Pet Adoration Store and I sadly and quickly ascertained that my cast away fortune, although quite substantial, will not be enough for me to afford the rising prices of Dog & Cat Food in the Good Ole USofA.
I am really scared.
Would I kid u?
Smartfella
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