There but for the grace of God go I
Normally, when the GOP fucks with people, they’re more careful about it. Normally, they tend to fuck with people that are not normally Republican voters. And they tend to smother their malice with high falutin’ moral statements about personal responsibility, and all that claptrap from people with deep pocket donors, who will never go hungry, or worry about a mortgage payment.
But this time, the GOP has jumped the shark, and they showed their unfeeling arrogance in doing so. In failing to come to a timely agreement to prolong the unemployment assistance with federal aid, they didn’t just screw Democrats. Not only did they callously choose to deny a continuation of coverage to people who had come to rely on it since the shutdown started, but they also deprived their own voters of the privileges to people in places like Texas, Georgia, Arizona, and Florida, who are filing for the first time since their businesses shutter for the last time after following the Pied Piper’s tune to reopen the economies in those states.
On this subject, if no other, I must be humble. I worked hard all my life, and was paid well, but it didn’t matter. Having had, let’s just say a rather profligate first wife, overtime became a way of life. But it also meant higher yearly earnings, which turned out to be my salvation.
I retired 5 years ago. The original plan was for me to take a couple of months off to relax and decompress, visit my daughters and their husbands, and go back to work part time to fill the difference. And then my health went south, especially my vision, and that plan just wasn’t viable anymore. When you’re used to living paycheck to paycheck, and there’s a monthly check due for an apartment sized that you don’t need anymore, as well as a car payment, your 401k don’t last like you thought it would.
A little more than three years ago, we couldn’t pay the rent any more, and we had already had the car repossessed. In 72 hours, we had to rent a truck, take our most precious items to an 8×11 storage unit, leave the rest behind, and move into a weekly/monthly apartment complex. For the next 3 years, we lived solely on Teri’s retail paycheck, along with my piddly ass government backed pension check on United Airlines defaulted pension program, and the royalties from my two books on Amazon.
It wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t fun. It meant weeks when after the week rent was paid, and Teri’s bus fare put aside, we had about $45 for food for the week. My pension check on the last of the month, and the money from writing for Politizoom on the 16th of the month paid for the meat. Please believe me when I say that Teri and I know exactly what it feels like to live on the razors edge.
In February of 1218 my eyes had deteriorated to the point where I was considered legally blind, and qualified for federal disability. That moment was life changing. First of all, it meant that I could get medical assistance to get the medications to arrest the progress of my glaucoma. But more importantly, in September of 2019, I got my first disability paycheck, and the world changed. Overnight, I went from being a useless drag on my wife to being able to pay my fair share again. Our first act of rebellious independence was to order out a pizza, something we had not done for 5 years. We finally ended up in an apartment of our own, and furnished it.
This is why I am so damn passionate about this subject. In the past few months, Teri and I have spent hours discussing this subject, and thanking our lucky stars. We’ve lived on that razors edge. Fortunately, even with Teri being furloughed on the day after St Patrick’s Day, it was never a threat to our personal security.
But we’ve been there, And the thing that scares both of us shitless is the fact that if the coronavirus had hit one year earlier, it would have been us! Teri’s unemployment by itself would have been nowhere near enough. If the virus had struck a year earlier, Teri and I would be on the street. We would be living out out of a 2005 Chrysler Town and Country, and trying to keep two cats occupied. And all while Teri tried to stay clean enough to go to work every day after she was recalled.
So you’ll have to excuse me if I go off the rails about this. But for me, this is one scary motherfucker! As I put it at the top, there but for the grace of God go I, and you would be reading my articles after they were typed on a library computer. And now McConnell and his merry band of miscreants are plighting their troth to Trump, and in the process, subjecting hundreds of thousands of their own constituents to tortures of the damned that Teri and I were fortunate to duck. Fuck you Mitch. Sideways. With a sandpaper trojan.
To know the future, look to the past.before the insanity of the 2020 election, relive the insanity of the 2016 GOP primary campaign, and the general election, to see how we got to where we are. Copies of President Evil, and the sequel, President Evil II, A Clodwork Orange are available as e-books on Amazon, at the links above. Catch up before the upcoming release of the third book in the trilogy, President Evil III: All The Presidents Fen
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