Working this weekend, for a fellow tech whose wife just had serious surgery. It’s pretty slow here right now. Unfortunately I still can’t do much blogging, because, well…what is there to say?
The U.S. government is enslaving each of us another $4,500 this year, chaining us down with individual debt of over $50,000 per person. So what’s the big topic of conversation? The moral necessity of providing “free” contraception to women. “Free”. Free! Our self-worshipping idiot of a President uses the word “free” while discussing economic matters…and gets away with it.
Tanstaafl tanstaafl TANSTAAFL! This calls for an open letter:
Dear Lil’ Barack,
Where did the babysitters go? Are all of Washington’s grown-ups gone? It sounds like there’s no one left but you and your widdle friends, all playing make believe. And that’s some imagination you have! You’re Basketball’s Bestest and the Superest Salesman and the Awesomest Assassin and everything else all at once! I bet you could play Cowboys and Indians by yourself and win both sides!
The problem, lil’ feller, is that now you’re promising “free” things to other children. That’s not nice, and you have to stop. There are no “free” things, all because of those Thermo Meanies. I know, you want to beat them up like you did Big bin Bad Laden. You sure killed him, wheee!
But Barack…there’s a difference between a psycho renal-failing fugitive and the Laws of Thermodynamics. Please don’t pout. You still have lots of things to play with! But the physical constraints and limitations of the universe, they’re…well, they’re just not toys.
If you want to keep telling stories, Barack, you should listen to Malachai Nicolle’s! He writes Axe Cop and is seven years old! So if you try really hard maybe years from now your stories will be as exciting and believable as Malachai’s.
I’m sorry if that makes you cry. But telling people you can give them “free” things isn’t very nice. Now have a safe and happy childhood, and good luck growing up!