You probably assume by now I have issues with humans. Have you been paying attention? I do not like to repeat myself. Of course I have issues with humans, especially when two grown groups of men and women cannot agree on anything. If a sheep has an issue with another sheep about the expenses, we open the closet, (oops, poor choice of words there), decide which designer gowns, shoes, wigs, implants must go. It can be brutal, but we do what has to be done.
Democrats, republicans and independents, name call, scream, whine and complain. Never have I seen so much shrieking except at the airport with that damn X-ray machine for security. I am a SHEEP, a FIXED, IMPLANT COMPLETE, SHAVED, WAXED, DRAG QUEEN of a Sheep. Get a life. You would think both groups have never seen us before, or were at a gay wedding. Sorry guys, I had to go there. For the record, you throw fabulous weddings. Beautiful. But government leaders who cannot agree on what qualifies as pork is just too much for one sheep to bear.
Must a sheep really do your job? For the record, education isn’t pork, it might be chicken we have not decided, but for sure it isn’t pork. Healthcare, you know where I stand on that one if you read my blog. You cannot cut out single payer. People have to be able to get fixed. That came out wrong. You have no business trying to go to war. Did you not learn from previous ones? That is like me trying to teach the dog how to tango. It was all paws in the wrong places, him stepping on me, his tail getting in the way, and the gas, too much. I am not saying you can’t fight, of course there are times you must do so. Like, when someone is trying to steal your designer shoes, Bertha has been known to give them a quick kick in the slats. But you have to know when enough is enough. I would say given the loss record? You hit tilt. Save the hostility for something real.
Then there is funding programs for the elderly, poor, middle class. What did they ever do to you? The elderly raised you, praised, you, tried to clock you a few times. Give them a break, with all of that, they deserve a cookie. Poor people, my brothers and sisters, you have been given the proverbial shaft. Too poor to qualify, too rich to receive, kind of like my battle with the farmer. Don’t ask. Your needs just are not getting met. Become a sheep, lots of benefits, and the potential to sell books, outstanding. The Middle class, you are sort of like us, caught between the clapper and a hard place. It’s the people who do the work, clean the homes of the rich, fight for the scraps, only to be neutered by the government.
That’s it, the gloves are coming off. This sheep is mad as hell and she isn’t taking anymore. The dog agrees. If you want a sheep to do the budget, you won’t be happy. No more pedicures, yachts, first class anything for you politicos. No more tax breaks, illegal contracts for cash, wax jobs passed off as entertainment, free enemas, nada. If you won’t fund programs the public needs, provide jobs with a living wage, offer single payer, you cannot have your toys. And No Gertrude, an enema does not pass for healthcare. A cleanse is an enema, without the seaweed wrap.
But the two sides scream, we must have our toys. Well, toys come with a hell of a price, and a hooker too. You knew I would go there. Just a badass I admit. When the public is given programs, you do not touch their earnings, social security they paid into, medicare, grants for education, programs for children, disabled, transgendered, must I go on? You get the idea. You cannot harm the innocent. Bully tactics are for sissies. They are for men who have issues. Are you lacking somewhere? Think about it. Pathetic, taking their insecurities out on innocent humans. Henrietta is making hand gestures to mimic….oops, too much?
Its simple, balancing the budget is like choosing what dress to wear to what party, what make up to toss, that isn’t from the dime store, though they do sell some good stuff. It’s not brain surgery and you do not need to scream like a neutered sheep. Sit down, take off your wigs, pour a good glass of scotch, and without yelling, think of other people for a change. It does not hurt, will go a long way in ending the rift between the people and the parties. Once that is done, pat your selves on the back for placing humans first, greed last. It’s a sheep’s wet dream.