Adjuncts and grad students will see their hours significantly cut in order to avoid creeping up against the 30-hour-per week definition of Full-Time Employment under ObamaCare.
No health insurance for you, and your income just got slashed.
Suckaaaaahs!!!
In the meantime, this is the year that Mr and Mrs OS, who are self-employed and in very good health, have seen their health-insurance premium (for very modest coverage) exceed their mortgage payment. And taxes are rising simultaneously.
We told you so, over and over and over, and you called us 'racist' and worse.
Don't blame us, you nit-wits.
Take a long look in the mirror, and contemplate what has befallen you, your families, your neighborhoods and the world at large. Look at the bodies stacking up from Northern Africa to the Turkish border, the 16+% unemployment rate amongst youth in this nation, the 26% ACT 'ready-for-college' pass rate amongst high-school seniors, and ask yourself if you chose wisely, and why you continue down this path, and where it might lead.
Chickens do come home to roost...this time in your 'hood.
The culture shapes the economy long before the economy shapes the culture. Where should we devote our energies?
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Thursday, August 22, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
You Buy, We Fry
OS was minding his own business, pumping gas at the local village station, when the sign caught his eye: You Buy, We Fry.
In other words, if you are on Food Stamps (err..SNAP) or any of the other forms of direct cash assistance from the feds, all you need do to have your own big ole' bucket of fresh fried chicken is swipe that there card right 'chere, ya'll.
Easy. Peasy.
It's a SNAP!
Now, Mr and Mrs OS are blessed beyond measure to be able to work at what they love, with people they like, and make a modest living at it. He can't imagine life caught in the Perdition of welfare dependency, and prays daily for wisdom and strength to make good decisions and to abhor laziness and greed.
But, still...this has been the Summer of Bleeding Money at Casa OS. Life has intervened, and precious cash reserves have had to be called upon to do some utterly necessary things, like repair roofs, replace autos, service calls on appliances, travel for family funerals, etc. Every dollar counts, and several items on the 'Wish-But-Damn-Close-To-Vital' list have been deferred.
It is disheartening to see this displayed in the store window. OS and Mrs. OS and all our friends who work harder and harder for less are paying for that bucket of chicken to be fried up for someone else, who likely voted to keep that fryer going at our expense.
It's as if the sign should read: They Buy, We Fry.
Or: We Buy, They Fry.
Or: We Buy, They Consume, we get to cook our chicken ourselves.
Or: We borrow from the Chinese, They Fry, They Consume, our children to pay the Chinese back with interest.
Well, then. On we go. Must get work done, taxes paid, and run to the grocery to buy something to put in the oven for dinner tonight. Mrs. OS and YoungerChild OS will be working until late this evening.
They won't be stopping at a gas station for a bucket of chicken bought by the taxpayer....
In other words, if you are on Food Stamps (err..SNAP) or any of the other forms of direct cash assistance from the feds, all you need do to have your own big ole' bucket of fresh fried chicken is swipe that there card right 'chere, ya'll.
Easy. Peasy.
It's a SNAP!
Now, Mr and Mrs OS are blessed beyond measure to be able to work at what they love, with people they like, and make a modest living at it. He can't imagine life caught in the Perdition of welfare dependency, and prays daily for wisdom and strength to make good decisions and to abhor laziness and greed.
But, still...this has been the Summer of Bleeding Money at Casa OS. Life has intervened, and precious cash reserves have had to be called upon to do some utterly necessary things, like repair roofs, replace autos, service calls on appliances, travel for family funerals, etc. Every dollar counts, and several items on the 'Wish-But-Damn-Close-To-Vital' list have been deferred.
It is disheartening to see this displayed in the store window. OS and Mrs. OS and all our friends who work harder and harder for less are paying for that bucket of chicken to be fried up for someone else, who likely voted to keep that fryer going at our expense.
It's as if the sign should read: They Buy, We Fry.
Or: We Buy, They Fry.
Or: We Buy, They Consume, we get to cook our chicken ourselves.
Or: We borrow from the Chinese, They Fry, They Consume, our children to pay the Chinese back with interest.
Well, then. On we go. Must get work done, taxes paid, and run to the grocery to buy something to put in the oven for dinner tonight. Mrs. OS and YoungerChild OS will be working until late this evening.
They won't be stopping at a gas station for a bucket of chicken bought by the taxpayer....
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Tuesday, November 13, 2012
A Time To Reflect...OS Mulls November 2012
OldSouth hasn't disappeared, loyal legions of readers. But he has taken some time to reflect. The masthead still holds true--Culture Shapes Economy.
There has been much much much hand-wringing about the election outcome of last week. OS did not hold great hope that Mr. Romney would prevail against Himself and Himself's minions, although he came impressively close.
So the first conclusion OS draws is:
There are some 57 million people out in the voting public who did not totally drink the Obama Kool-Aid. That's a lot of people.
Much of the hand wringing has been about 'how the country has changed, it is a blacker/browner/immigrant/food-stamp culture that sees the government as Santa Claus (as Mr. Limbaugh so succinctly states it), etc, etc.'
Well, yes. This should not be surprising. When even gas-station convenience markets along the interstate highway system proudly post signs that that accept SNAP cards and other forms of government assistance cards for payment, the ground has shifted under our feet.
Second conclusion:
Piles of cash left out on the sidewalk will attract all manner of people, from the Jon Corzine types to drug-addicted street people, seeking their share of the loot. We should not be surprised that people will vote for the folks who deliver the piles of cash to the sidewalk. Mr. Romney's comments about the 47% were unfortunate because they was only descriptive. He did not, sadly, address the bigger issue of the moral hazard that accompanies government largesse, be it to banks or single mothers.
One would think, that given his dismal record, Mr. Obama and company didn't stand a chance. It's only logical.
Third conclusion:
Logic is over-rated. The behavior of most people, whether political, financial, romantic etc is driven by emotion. Obama understands this perhaps better than most of this present age. Just as did Eva Peron in hers.
We are accustomed to a simpler political model: Candidate gains office via election, governs/serves/legislates for the appointed term, and spends some final months of the term making the case for a return to office. Easy. This model no longer is in use.
OS has a friend in Ohio now exhausted by it all. Turns out, the Obama campaign of 2008 never departed, never let up a moment, kept all its Ohio offices open. These past four years have not been about governance, they have been a perpetual 2012 campaign.
Fourth conclusion:
At some point, chickens do come home to roost, to quote one famous clergyman of Mr. Obama's acquaintance. At some point, Mr. Obama will actually have to govern, and OS hears the faint sounds of clucking and crowing over the horizon.
All those happy folks in the crowd in Chicago, the TrueBelievers, were jubilant last Tuesday evening. Good for them, they had worked hard, won, and got to celebrate and cheer. No problem there. But OS found himself thinking 'These folk aren't just celebrating that their guy won. They seem to be cheering for some watershed event, that from this day forward the culture of Protestant Heterosexual Monogamy/Work/Frugality has been dealt a mortal blow, and WE are going to replace it with our own Utopian Vision.'
Fifth conclusion:
Be careful what you ask for; you wishes may come true. Those stories about finding the magical lamp are cautionary tales.
Back to the hand-wringing folks. Either our ideas work on the historical long view or they don't. Math is math or it isn't. Physics is physics or it isn't. God is either mocked or He isn't. Christianity asserts that the Almighty is just that. He is the Potentate of Time, and rulers rule only with His forebearance. He always brings good out of evil, as Bonhoeffer reminds us.
Sixth conclusion:
If we do a bit less hand-wringing, and go quietly about the business of building our families, churches, communities and states, we'll all do better. Instead of railing about Obama and his friends, make certain your grandchildren know their hymns and Psalms. It's pretty difficult to lord it over people with hearts and heads full of that poetry. Remember the era of samizdat in the old Soviet Union--pulled the regime down brick by brick in the end.
It ain't over 'til its over. God may be doing us a favor, we're not privy to Divine Intentions.
It ain't over yet.
There has been much much much hand-wringing about the election outcome of last week. OS did not hold great hope that Mr. Romney would prevail against Himself and Himself's minions, although he came impressively close.
So the first conclusion OS draws is:
There are some 57 million people out in the voting public who did not totally drink the Obama Kool-Aid. That's a lot of people.
Much of the hand wringing has been about 'how the country has changed, it is a blacker/browner/immigrant/food-stamp culture that sees the government as Santa Claus (as Mr. Limbaugh so succinctly states it), etc, etc.'
Well, yes. This should not be surprising. When even gas-station convenience markets along the interstate highway system proudly post signs that that accept SNAP cards and other forms of government assistance cards for payment, the ground has shifted under our feet.
Second conclusion:
Piles of cash left out on the sidewalk will attract all manner of people, from the Jon Corzine types to drug-addicted street people, seeking their share of the loot. We should not be surprised that people will vote for the folks who deliver the piles of cash to the sidewalk. Mr. Romney's comments about the 47% were unfortunate because they was only descriptive. He did not, sadly, address the bigger issue of the moral hazard that accompanies government largesse, be it to banks or single mothers.
One would think, that given his dismal record, Mr. Obama and company didn't stand a chance. It's only logical.
Third conclusion:
Logic is over-rated. The behavior of most people, whether political, financial, romantic etc is driven by emotion. Obama understands this perhaps better than most of this present age. Just as did Eva Peron in hers.
We are accustomed to a simpler political model: Candidate gains office via election, governs/serves/legislates for the appointed term, and spends some final months of the term making the case for a return to office. Easy. This model no longer is in use.
OS has a friend in Ohio now exhausted by it all. Turns out, the Obama campaign of 2008 never departed, never let up a moment, kept all its Ohio offices open. These past four years have not been about governance, they have been a perpetual 2012 campaign.
Fourth conclusion:
At some point, chickens do come home to roost, to quote one famous clergyman of Mr. Obama's acquaintance. At some point, Mr. Obama will actually have to govern, and OS hears the faint sounds of clucking and crowing over the horizon.
All those happy folks in the crowd in Chicago, the TrueBelievers, were jubilant last Tuesday evening. Good for them, they had worked hard, won, and got to celebrate and cheer. No problem there. But OS found himself thinking 'These folk aren't just celebrating that their guy won. They seem to be cheering for some watershed event, that from this day forward the culture of Protestant Heterosexual Monogamy/Work/Frugality has been dealt a mortal blow, and WE are going to replace it with our own Utopian Vision.'
Fifth conclusion:
Be careful what you ask for; you wishes may come true. Those stories about finding the magical lamp are cautionary tales.
Back to the hand-wringing folks. Either our ideas work on the historical long view or they don't. Math is math or it isn't. Physics is physics or it isn't. God is either mocked or He isn't. Christianity asserts that the Almighty is just that. He is the Potentate of Time, and rulers rule only with His forebearance. He always brings good out of evil, as Bonhoeffer reminds us.
Sixth conclusion:
If we do a bit less hand-wringing, and go quietly about the business of building our families, churches, communities and states, we'll all do better. Instead of railing about Obama and his friends, make certain your grandchildren know their hymns and Psalms. It's pretty difficult to lord it over people with hearts and heads full of that poetry. Remember the era of samizdat in the old Soviet Union--pulled the regime down brick by brick in the end.
It ain't over 'til its over. God may be doing us a favor, we're not privy to Divine Intentions.
It ain't over yet.
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