Sick and Scheming

Still Sick....

That gives me a heck of a lot of time to scheme! 

I know how to end the $1 per hour work-fare scheme! 

Off to talk to the union reps....

Ha...ha....ha...ha...

I may have to actually run for congress time time which will make my ex happy because I won't be able to divorce him until after 2012.  

I may have to run as an independent as I am switching parties so I can vote for Ron Paul.  I'll be going against a former mayor and a guy who I fought against this year.  Ah, the things I do to help end corporate welfare. 

Or, I can just start a rock band and sing subliminal messages about making the political swine work for their supper.  Now, they just let their corporate buddies feed at the collective troughs while our neighborhood children stave cuz their daddy lost his job to a welfare mom who isn't getting paid for the gig that used to feed the family. 

If they paid workfare workers minimum wage and offered basic workplace protections, there would be no need for food stamps (yeah!!  no block grants from the feds, no drain on the county workforce centers, no workfare agreements that remind me of why the USSR toppled in the first place).  They wouldn't mess around with lowing wages for the women and the disabled.  Quasi-governmental corporations would not be benefiting from the cheap exploitation of the poor. 

The government essentially introduced an artificial system of rigidity that has lowered the wages of women, disabled, and people without college degrees (the bottom 1/3rd of the labor pool can't find work).  The Dems are complaining about not paying people living wages...well, then, they need to look at their own policies.  Why aren't we paying people on Food stamps a living wage?  If we gave them minimum wage, there would be no need for food stamps or TANF. 

In fact, the lady I chewed out at the county was a workfare worker.  My second college degree was a a BA in social science with a minor in psychology.  In the past, they used to give people like me those jobs out of college.  I was an advocate for crime victims (usually the families of murder victims or women impacted by rape and domestic violence). 

I shudder to think what happens if they put a workfare person, who probably has issues, in the DAs office.  Let's end this crap now. 

I'd rather play wanna-be subliminal singin' rock star....but...perhaps playing nasty politician/activist is what I need to do right now.    I promised myself a brand new bass once the election is over but maybe....just maybe...I'll get myself a blue suit and a makeover instead and save the skin on my right hand a little while longer.

I do feel a tad bit emboldened.  I got my first "the best candidate for mayor didn't win" fan letter today.  It made me cry.

I'm not done workin' for the people.  They need somewhere to turn. 

So, I'm finding myself pondering a run for congress.  I can get more done in the press then.  Best of all, I can sit with the eventual winner and hypnotize the snot out of him (the other two people considering the race are men). 

That strategy worked like a charm last time....the candidates repeated every darn thing I said.  If they don't follow through....if they don't....well.....let's just say they'll be itchin' to get it done. 

It's good to be a hypnotist without scrupples. 

Sucking down my wine, taking my Nyquil and trying not to dream of strangling RHINOS,

S.