Manifesto

I don't have an I-Phone. I don't have a big screen TV. I drive an 9 year-old car that is too small for my growing kids but has one feature I really love: It's paid for.  Four years ago, I was thrilled to move into the first house I have ever lived in that has a garage door opener.  Sure, we wanted a house with a three car garage, but, alas, we couldn't afford it.  Remember that quaint concept.  Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who does.

I don't mean to poor mouth.  We choose to spend our money on other things.  We choose to have no debt other that our mortgage.  We choose high-speed internet and fairly nice computers.  I have a kid with some sensory issues that would make public school (or any 'sit at your desk and do this worksheet' school)  a nightmare for her, so we choose to send her to a private school that is so perfect it might have been tailor-made for her. Oh, and we choose to buy health insurance.

I've spent my whole life working, studying, and making boring, responsible choices. And now, when I've finally reached what I've been working towards, which for me is the smallest house in an middle-middle class neighborhood in a nice town in the midwest, Obama comes along to tell me I MAKE TOO MUCH MONEY. I have to buy a non-subsidized $15,000 insurance policy I don't want and can't afford so he can buy the vote of some 26 year-old hipster who chooses to buy internet access for his cell-phone, but not health insurance; who chooses to buy an x-box, but not health insurance; who chooses to be a performance artist rather than get a boring job with health insurance. I guess I don't have to tell you what I was doing a at 26. Yes, working a job, paying off my student loans and BUYING MY OWN HEALTH INSURANCE.

This was exactly my concern when Obama was elected.  Where will these socialists get the money for their social revolution?  From the the rich? There are not enough of them and they're powerful enough to look after their own interests.  From the poor? Obviously not.  From people who've spent every dime they made plus every dime they could borrow on consumer goods?  Blood from a turnip.  The grasshoppers have to come after the ants, because the ants are the only ones with any money in the bank.

Alright grasshoppers: Bring it.  You may be big, but there are a hell of a lot of us ants.