January 25, 2012

The Morning After...

...the State of the Union. Random thinking.

The 1% is the backbone of America. I believe in democracy, capitalism, and free enterprise. I have what I worked for.

Someone on facebook this morning said he was tired of fellow Americans (and his fb friends specifically) painting a picture of our politics with a "socialist brush" as if socialism was a figment of our imagination.  I am old enough to remember the "Nazi brush" and the "communist brush." In the end they turned out to be very real indeed. Just visit Cuba today to see the results of ongoing communism. Go to the recovering Soviet Union. Read about genocide in Africa. Nazism? Close enough for me.  

I don't want to be "like" any other European country, as the friend of the friend suggested. I want my America to look at itself and realize what is happening in this unique age and change with the times to create good jobs.

The tax code needs revision, but the 1% don't need to be double taxed just because the amount they pay doesn't show on the personal tax form. Example: Every penny in my company savings account was "mine." I paid the taxes up front. Why would that money be taxed again at bonus time? 

If I ran for office, my records would say, "She pays almost no taxes." The people would clamor about it and I would lose the election. Good, honest men and women - leadership quality - will not get into politics and this is one real reason.  

I don't want to rant and rave about elections, candidates, and people who do not get involved in the workings of government in any way. I try to keep my opinions to myself on facebook. But twice, yesterday, I sounded off on strangers' comments. From here on out, I'll stay within my own confines and say very little there - a place to play and to socialize. But... 

...I didn't go to those sit-ins of the a 60's so we could have programs for the 99% and the government could take care of us. I went to give every man or woman in the nation (black or white, rich or poor, thick or thin) a right to work, become an entrepreneur, and save for the future.

Smile and Say Cheese

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