Now to discuss FDR's behemoth, Social Security. It needs to be modified. I am receiving SS disability right now, and I'm an old fart, so any changes that take place won't effect me unless I live to be 170. The president has put forth a proposal. I don't know if it is right or wrong, but I do know that the dumocraps have offered nothing at all except to say that the system isn't broke yet. I suppose that it is a much more comfy world with your head buried in the sand. Unfortunately, it does not help to solve the problem. The dems don't want to change anything about it because it is the bastard child of FDR. They worship him, almost as much as JFK. But even he said that eventually, it would have to be changed to accomodate at least some private ownership. President Bush has had the courage to take on this really tough problem. The stupid liberals believe that his proposal is to privatize the entire system. Nothing could be further from the truth. The changes he has proposed are voluntary. The liberals don't want to change because they see a little of the power they own slipping away. We will hear the same dumb-ass arguments when we try to modify the income tax, a truly totalitarian nightmare that has no place in a free society.
It was 65 degrees here today. That is still 10 degrees below my thermal cutoff point, but at least the sun was shining. Spring cannot be far away.
It looks like the Iraqis may have elected a mostly secular government. That is excellent, if true. I don't know if any of you have ever lived under a religious regime, but I have and I can tell you it intensely sucks. There is nothing wrong with having religious leaders. Having a church in charge is the worst. Read about the Spanish inquisition and you'll understand.
I guess no one is catching any fish, nation wide. I doubt if anyone is even fishing. Except Carl. I dream of the day when I can go duck hunting again. I'll need to have a good hunting buddy. I can't run down a dead duck, much less a live one. Maybe I'll buy a really good dog.
I hope the grandchildren can make it over here for spring break. My wife has a crying spell every time she thinks about them. Oh well.
