I wanna be like Mitt . . .except he can't drink caffeine

Saturday. Sofa. Coffee.

And I'm glad about that.  The quiet is a comforting blanket this morning as my ears still ring from the noise of the work-week. Through the branches of the leafless trees  hundreds of buzzards are circling around the top of the hill.  That's creepy.  I may be wearied by the week, and I admit that I often appear lifeless while on my sofa,  but the interest of the buzzards in this old carcass is premature. I just need a little more coffee.

I scoffed at Mitt Romney's assertion that I might envy him cause he's got a lot of money and I don't. I thought, "how spiritually bereft to think that I might envy you because you've got money. How shallow . . ."

On the other hand . . .

Wouldn't it be nice if we all had money.  So much money stored up and  making more money without doing anything that none of us, no one, ever had to work again.  We could all just do whatever we wanted to.  Personally, I would start out with lying on the sofa, drinking coffee, and maybe writing something.  That would be great.

There  would be no more class warfare, because we would all be rich. None of us would have to work. We could play golf, watch TV, play guitar, travel, paint, go to movies and shows and plays and fancy places to eat. We could buy whatever car we want and all of us could have i-pads.  We could shop, and then actually buy all the coolest clothes, the best fishing rig, gourmet cheeses, wines, art and pedigreed pets.

We could all sit together on the fifty yard line of the Super Bowl cause we all could afford the tickets.

But with such a crowd on the fifty yard line, it would really get hot, and we'd really get thirsty.  We would look for the guy that always yelled "cold drinks."   He would be here, but not selling drinks. He would be sitting with all the rest of us rich elites.  While rich folks shouldn't have to get up and walk to the concession stand, thirst is no respecter of riches, so we might finally get up and walk to the concession stand.  There's no one working there either.  Hmmmm . . . .

So we go to the parking lot to find our brand new ride to head home.  The parking lot is empty.  New rides don't exist because the men and women that put them together don't have to work anymore. They are rich.  And even if the cars were there they wouldn't move because the folks who work the rigs, pipelines, trucks, refineries and gas stations don't work anymore.  They are much more important now. They are rich.

It is getting dark now, and we need to get home.  There are no lights. There are no movies, no shows, no fancy places to eat, not even a Krystal or TV. There are no ipads or cool clothes. There is no water to drink, even at home.  No one is at work anymore.

But it's okay.  We still have all this money,  And it is working for us. It will create jobs.

 We know that having money is the most important thing.

Just check your tax code.

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