I have had it with Howie Long’s “Ford drivers are effeminate pansies” series of ads, making fun of steering wheel warmers and such. It is enough to make someone who has never cared one bit about this conflict go out and buy a “Calvin pissing on Chevy” sticker for my Honda Accord!
Rick Wagoner’s two pathetic performances in front of Congress — now that was some girlie man stuff!
The Presidential Election Campaign Fund was set up by Congress in 1973 to help pay the costs associated with presidential elections. Part of the idea was to reduce candidates’ dependence on large contributions and, hopefully, to put everyone on an equal financial footing (so they’d have more time to discuss the issues).
Your contribution comes only from taxes you already owe, so if you make a contribution to the fund, you will not increase your taxes or reduce your refund.
Hustlin’ backwards means that I’m actually thrilled that finally this year I get a “refund” from my money, my overpaid taxes, that the federal government has been holding all year. It means that my wife is giddy and screaming in joy at getting our money back. I too feel it is sweet versus having to pay on many past April 15th’s.
Though I’ve heard it said that for this year, that was an excellent investment — 0% was a whole lot better return that the stock market.
Anyway, around this time, I always give Brother Ali a few spins, and put all that irrational exuberance in check.
“You don’t give money to the bums
On the corner with a sign, bleedin’ from their gums
Talkin’ about you don’t support a crackhead
What you think happens to the money from yo’ taxes?
Shit the government’s an addict
With a billion dollar a week kill brown people habit
And even if you ain’t on the front line
When master yell crunch time you right back at it
Man, look at how you hustlin’ backwards
At the end of the year add up what they subtracted
Three outta twelve months your salary
Paid for that madness, man that’s savage”
The number of mismatched socks appearing when I do laundry is getting completely out of control.
I have become certain there is a little mouse who wears gloves and a parka and sneaks into my laundry room to steal only the socks. When I catch him, there will be hell to pay!!!