It's Kiss A Government Official Day

I used to eat little girls I knew
For breakfast
I used to fly high up in the sky
I used to chew up rocks and
Spit out gravel
I had a heart as cold as ice. 

- Gratitude, Oingo Boingo

(some 80's song I'm prone to singing to myself when a condescending government official asks what I can possibly do about their illegal, unethical, and/or immoral behavior)

Maybe it was the nasty lady at the welfare office who called me to tell me that my ex committed a Libertarian sin by signing up....

Or maybe it was my b!tching that the chicky at the welfare office claimed my job wasn't a job because the income wasn't guaranteed...

then she called me lazy....that made me want to go for his short hairs (and not in a way he'd approve).

Or maybe it was the threat from me that followed my witnessing the county officials nasty behavior towards the poor and the fact I promised to go public with my disgust (which would embarrass him because he signed up)...

Or maybe it was the fact that the HR department at the city did not give a nasty reference this time a job prospect called under threat of their having their bums sued off for the slander....

but Mr. Ex was offered a decent job today.  It is salaried, so I'll never see him.  I finally get to get some work done at home! 

We can finally plan a way to solve the mess.  If he wants to keep the house, he can afford it now.  We won't lose that $60,000 we put down on it! 
 
Thank goodness. 
I could kiss those bureaucratic morons for inspiring him to do something after three and a half years of driving me insane....

but maybe I'll do them a favor and not share my germs because I really am grateful to them for motivating him. 

Thank you. 

In my gratitude, I'll take the holidays off from my pissing and moaning about the government, unless they pass some stupid law in the middle of the night that costs us a heck of a lot of money


I'll call a truce for now.  

Man, I miss those days when I trusted the government...sigh...

Actually, maybe I never trusted the government.  I was raised by a Cherokee Disabled Veteran.  He hated the government.  That's probably why I don't trust welfare/workfare. 

Seriously,

if you can't take a blanket given to you by the government, how can you trust a below minimum wage job? 

I recently promised a reporter that I would never run for office again.  He told me that I probably mean that now but it will only be a matter of time before I throw my hat in a wider ring because someone did something to piss me off.  He's probably right. 

Reporters...isn't there anything they don't know? 

Sigh....let's pray he's wrong. 



Love,

S.