I recall one winter storm here in Colorado - the month and day of which was my x-wife's birthday - which I dubbed "The X's Revenge!"
My aunt Bess was still living, and I had to shovel my way to the street for ermergencies sake, and then go on to weild the shovel further, down the alley to the house of my mother and father, into their house, out to the alley for wood to burn in their fireplace, and then again a path to the street for emergency's sake.
It brought up reminiscenses of Winters in Lansing Michigan, where I had to shovel the snow up and over the height of my head!
I had found only three warm things in Michigan - my Shetland Sheepdog, Thane MacDuff, my electric blanket, and my x-wife.
I married the last, kept the middle just in case, and shipped my dear pup back to Pueblo.
But now I'm digging out from another sort of thing entirely - as are many Americans.
Debt, debt, and more debt. I reflect that it is no accident that "mortgage" has as its meaning the root of the Latin, "mortus" - "death!"
I keep playing my bills, and think of what a "-mountian-man' hulk of a friend used to say: "Hell, Chuck, what are they going to do? Eat you?"
Now I wonder if in fact my body will turn into the cannibalistic stuff of "Soylent Green!"
Who knows? Maybe they can eat me.
But, at the very least the economy's now attacking everyone's wallet like a huge, starved moth, which has a bottomless cavern of a stomach.
I have no more stomach for the matter at all!
How about you?
So, just what can we do?
The answer is to demand accountability!
The measures implemented by the lame duck Bush admistration have clearly exceeded anything our founding fathers ever intended.
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