Tuesday, March 06, 2018

177 days and a wake-up.


That’s until my last day at my job. I’m retiring. I’ve had enough. More than enough, since I could have retired literally 6 years ago! But I’m also retiring in the nick of time before the right-wing state government fucks with our pensions (again). We’re one of the few states without an income tax, so any educational, health, and social programs are vulnerable  If you want to wade through this little jewel and figure out where most of the revenue stream comes from, be my guest. I mean, like, if you have nothing better to do with your time. (Education is already at major risk here, subject to the Right doing things like takingThomas Jefferson out and putting the likes of Mary Kay Ash of Mary Kay Cosmeticsand Phyllis Schaffly in senior high history textbooks. 

A couple-three years ago, they changed the ratio of who pays what. I seem to remember when I first came to work, the state matched the individual’s contribution, but it seems it’s been going up and for the last two years it’s been 7.7% for the employee and 6.8% for the state. And it’s all pre-tax. I really wish they’d just gone ahead and taxed it so it would not be subject to the vagaries and whims of whichever party has us strapped over a barrel to be shafted at any given time. I hoping any subsequent changes to either the pension or Social Security have those of us over a certain age ‘grandfathered’ as it were.

I really, really need to start carrying a little notebook with me all the time. I keep thinking of things I’d like to write about and then when I go to write…*POOF* uh…what was I saying? Things like total rants about our current administration and the rich, white, male members of Congress who think they have the right to tell women what to do with their bodies, to cut all social programs for the poor and elderly….I mean, what the fuck do they expect people to do? Pretty sure their retirement plan for anyone worth less than $10M is to loan us a pistol, award an engraved, gold-plated bullet, and tell us to get on with it. At least we’d be able to take our retirement gift with us.

Another rant I have is against the likes of Paul Ryan. Yes, our esteemed (not) Speaker of the House, who used social security funds that were not his to pay for his college and ever since has been out to kill the program. You got yours, eh Paul, and fuck the rest of us. In addition, they give a huge tax break to people/corporations who already don’t pay their fair share, then suddenly it occurs to them they military budget can’t be funded, so they propose taking $266 BILLION from Medicare.

If you are old, of colour, Hispanic, Gay, female and/or a recent immigrant and voted for Trump or any one of his ilk, you seriously need to cop onto yourselves. Seriously.

I should be keeping up with Stonekettle Station. Jim Wright writes what is probably the most well-researched, knowledgeable, and cogent blogs about the political scene in the US 

The man can write.

I just tend to rant and fume and imagine shouting SHUT THE FUCK UP a lot at them. In the end, I don’t think they can really comprehend what either one of us is saying, but it feels good to scream FUCK YOU at an imaginary Mike Pence or Paul Ryan. Trump would take it as an invitation, I believe, so I don’t shout at him.