…is NOT the best day of my life.
And, if this is the first day of the rest of my life – kill me now. Can’t bear this.
I suppose tomorrow I’ll be better able to handle it.
I have no idea.
And yes, in case you wondered – this is indeed a rant post.
And then I read how much money the government would need to sort out our water problem.
And I think to myself – if you had kept up the perfectly good infrastructure, instead of just using everything until it breaks, you would probably not have had this issue.
If you kept illigal immigrants out of MY country, maybe there would be enough money to look after the people that deserves to be looked after.
If they stopped acting like idiots, maybe there would have been something to save.
As it is, not so much.
And that is what this post is really about.
The fact that there are so many freeloaders living here.
And the fact that I pay taxes that should cover the government’s expenses.
But it can’t cover luxury cars and fancy holidays as well as all the other things governments are supposed to look after.
Who’s going to look after me when I need help?
That’s just not going to happen.
I’ll have to make a plan somehow or other.
And then I have to give NEW blankets to poor street people. When the heck last did I buy myself a new blanket? Let me tell you – NEVER!! I’m still using my grandmom’s blankets. And strangely enough, they still work. So why on earth do I have to give some poor person a new blanket? Should they not be thankful for what they get? A question of, if you’re cold, who cares what the blanket looks like? And these poor bleeding hearts obviously don’t know that those blankets gets sold as soon as they’re dished out because drugs and alcohol keeps you much warmer than a blanket ever can!!
Who’s going to give me food to eat and free water and electricity?
if I want to eat, I’d best buy it myself.
If I want electricity, I either pay for it, or do without.
And even the money I have managed to save up is inaccessable to me because it’s in a retirement annuity that I can only access when I’m too old and decrepid to make use of it.
And in my current situation, I might not even see retirement age – might most likely be dead long before then.
Been awake since this morning 2:30.
DVD player packed up.
Things are not looking quite as manageable as I would like them to be.
And yes. I realise that this too shall pass.
I’m just afraid that the passing will be too late to change the situation.
Maybe, just maybe, tomorrow will be better and I can be all love and light and peace and namaste…