“The democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those who are willing to work and give to those who would not.” Thomas Jefferson
Paraphrasing comment to an acquaintance: “I don’t keep emails, but truthfully, I wouldn’t recognize an important issue worthy of a response anyway. If anything emailed would normally be due a response, the failure to respond, well, it’s on me; the VA has had me so strung out on psychotropic medications for severe PTSD, anger and bi-polar issues that I haven’t been able to find my own ass in years and worse, to effectively manage my affairs or recognize that my life had issues.”
Who, in a stable and right mind, does this to themselves?
I recently quit taking those medications, drugs that were supposed to help me focus, remain in control and nearly lost my mind as a result. A withdrawal seizure induced an epiphany; those simple and divinely painful withdrawal symptoms were in themselves salvation for me, in my life experience(s) anything or anybody worthy of my guardianship came with a great price tag that demanded satisfaction and payment by risking life, blood and usually both; when the haze began clearing, I took aim at the mountain of my life’s little cuts and began healing them, which began the processes of fixing me.
When enough progress had been made for me to deal with techie issues, it took me two days to get my websites back to square one, and this is my first blog effort in months. Happily the pile of distractions is all but healed and I am fixed enough to recognize that I had been in very bad shape.
Why am I sharing this? America has issues and it is going to require all of us, the “We the People” citizens to kick a virulent intoxicant, the entitlement mentality, a progressively vicious political street drug in its own right. Because its future price tag comes demanding life or blood, perhaps both.
An encapsulated scenario to consider: When you stand with your large family and realize that half of those loved one are demanding that you do for them, what they won’t do for themselves, change is pounding at your door, because, like my situation, the brain haze will soon be fading away quickly when I can’t eat a meal without sharing, or sit on my couch, my toilet or bed without asking an “entitled one” to move their ass on over or to pass the salt; when they get to heavy to carry, I will put them out of my house hard and so fast that they will hit the streets like shit from a tall cows ass. And blood could flow; because entitlement addicts won’t quit and I can’t stay comatose enough any longer to put up with entitlement crap and neither will the productive half of American’s.
My haze was the result of psychotropics provided by a not so loving VA, drugs that make me easier to handle and enslaved to their cost effective handouts, knowing that a drug addled veteran probably won’t notice that they plan to cut his benefits after this election; providing government with the funds needed to implement their pending new entitlement program expansion plans, and personal raises.
Years ago, I read about a man, John Titor is his name, who supposedly came back from the future looking for a certain kind of outdated computer desperately needed in the future, who spoke of a divided America long engaged in a civil war; I laughed about the craziness of it all. What I am now witnessing speaks volumes about the veracity of his testimony and the “entitled ones” voracity for their daily unearned share of everyone else’s productivity.
Which side of the fiscal chopping block is your head resting on, because the entitlement chickens are definitely coming home to roost?