Boudicca's Voice

Let Them Eat Bread

I'm trying desperately to keep my mind off of what Congress and our President have just done to our Country.

I'm trying not to think of the fact they have single handedly thrown us into a downward spiral that will bankrupt this Nation on the backs of my children.

And the IRS. No longer will it be the Tax Man Cometh, but the Insurance Police Cometh. I keep picturing that Executioner guy from the comic Wizard of Id, that would go door to door with the Tax Man.

And nothing will happen... nothing is going to happen to the people who voted on this POS that sold us all down the river and is about to destroy us.

The guys I voted for didn't vote for this. I'm not in a precinct to vote anyone out that offered up their vote. And the Americans will forget. The collective memory is so short, come November, I fear there will be NO retaliation.

None.

We are stuck.

It is a feeling of hopelessness... it is.

And so... some thoughts that aren't about politics and the demise of this great Country, a Country so far in debt that we can not possibly be considered with any great seriousness in this World.

It is best we all learn Chinese...

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My father in law came to dinner tonight. He brought with him a Panettone. Evidently this is something that can only be acquired about 40 minutes south of us from some Italian Bakery (no kidding, it is SHIPPED from Italy), so he and his buddy trekked down to purchase said sweet bread.

I'd never had it before. They told me it was like raisin bread, but it appeared to be raisin bread on steroids as I'm not sure what kind of loaf pan they bake it in, but it's huge.

Think HUGE CUBE of bread.

The boys were sitting at the table laughing. Pop's back was to me. I took a bite thinking raisin bread and... it's not.

I don't care what Pop says, it's not raisin bread. The look on my face threw them into fits of laughter, which of course made me play it up more.

I'm not sure how to describe Panettone except perhaps it is a cross between a Challa bread and old fashioned American Fruit cake.

I ate my hunk of bread and thanked them profusely, but honestly, I've been sick to my stomach ever since, but I suspect it's because of Congress more so than I've eaten something I normally don't eat in my diet. (I still don't eat white flour products.)

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Jerry at Back Home Again had a cool idea of looking at your Census Footprint.

As he puts it, where were you on those zero years? So here we go... (assuming it is always March of the Zero year...)

1960 Not born. Hell, my folks weren't even married.

1970: Going on 5 years old, living in Mayport, FL. Shoot. Mom wasn't even pregnant with Mo yet! I had one brother, going on 3. TGOO was on the USS Saratoga, my best little girlfriend's Dad was on the Kitty Hawk. The things that don't show up in a Census...

1980 Freshman in high school, 14 years old, Pensacola, FL. One brother, one sister. We'd just moved back Stateside from Taiwan the year before.

1990 24 years old, single, graduated from college, working for Company X in West Palm Beach, and dating my husband.

2000 34 years old, married, three boys, aged 5 yr, 3 yr and 10 mo, still working parttime but just weeks away from being laid off (thankfully) due to the plant closing. My MIL had just died... so she didn't even make this Census. Dang. I'd not thought of that. Pop had to put down Single. That had to suck.

2010 44 years old, married, three boys 15, 13, 10. Working parttime again... but happy about it, subcontracting for the same company that closed locally 10 years previously.

In 2020... I'll be 54, and all my boys will be nearly out of college. Dang. I still won't be in the free and clear!!! Hopefully nobody will be living here, however. Hopefully my Census will just say two in this household.

As it should be. Not that I'm counting or anything...

Posted by Boudicca at March 21, 2010 08:54 PM