Karl From New Hampshire Blog

…an Oscar Mayer Wiener, because even that would be better than being Congressman Wiener from New York. Caught red-handed, as they say, “tweeting” a picture of his “junk” to some college co-ed.  No surprise there.  Exactly how long is the list of politicians caught in odd, deviant, or both…sexual situations?  Of the five hundred or so on The Hill, I’m guessing there may be a dozen who have actual moral fiber.

Still, it couldn’t have happened to a better guy. Only Barney Frank has a more acidic tongue, and in Barney’s case I’d rather not tell you where the excess acid came from.  Just months ago I watched Wiener on the Floor lamenting the loss of federal funding(your money) for National Public Radio.  Imagine a world without Click and Clack?  Wiener went on and on lamenting the loss, using marginal satire and fancying himself witty.

What is most astonishing about Wiener-Gate is that he can’t answer one simple question.  Is the picture authentic?  For me, if there is one, single question that I can answer with complete authority and without hesitation, it is the question…”is this a picture of your penis?”  No…it isn’t.  Like most people, I would remember that. Also, like most people, that would never happen.  Like most people, the thought never crossed my mind, and if it did, such a barrage of red flags, sirens and air-raid whistles would resound that it would overpower me.

Talk about an activity with “danger” written all over it.  Folks remark that it’s because there are cameras in phones and wrist watches now.  Huh?  So…it was just too much trouble back in the 40′s with those big cameras with the elephant trunk on them?  Maybe adults were too busy being adults back then, to dream up such a bad idea.

You know, there’s a product out there called “Instant Underpants”.  It’s true.  A little tablet you drop in a glass of water and it expands into a pair of reasonably becoming underwear.  If spies have to carry a cyanide tab…then every politician should have an Instant-Undies tab in their pocket.

Listening to the President lambaste Republicans, and particularly Rep. Paul Ryan and his budget plan, in his recent speech, really lit my fuse.  Obama would have us think that conservatives would leave the elderly dying on the streets and autistic children lying in snowbanks.  How old and tired is this stereotype?  Has the “Left” noticed that the overwhelming majority of Americans are not buying it? Ryan’s plan faces the difficult truth of our predicament, and would help avoid a scenario where we are all starving 20 years from now.

I’m increasingly incensed at hearing “we” and “you” used in these arguments, and how “we” are all going to have to share the “pain” of getting America back to financially solid ground.  Sure…just like I’m anxious to help my neighbor bail his nephew out of a fourteenth arrest for meth production.  It implies that everyone is to blame for the nation’s debt crisis.  Not so.

The Administration would have us believe that we have all been naughty and now it’s time to pay the piper, when in fact, the federal spending binge that got us here has little to do with most Americans.  I can tell you that I have not been on any kind of spending and credit binge over the last few decades.  Instead, I’ve been struggling to keep a small business afloat, keep heating oil surging through the furnace, and to keep something resembling food on the table of a family of five.  It’s not been easy.  Most people I know have paid their bills, lived within their means for decades, and not had anything to do with the financial crisis facing this country.

Like most Americans I love this country and pay my taxes willingly…at least until recently.  But now I’m wondering if the sky is indeed the limit, or if the federal government will vote to raise the limit of “the sky” as well, in terms of how much money they are willing to extort from the working public.  When they finally want more than fifty cents of every dollar I earn, I’ve got to put on the brakes.  That’s just income tax…it doesn’t include the myriad of other taxes and “fees” we all pay in our day to day lives.

Is it any wonder that the gap between us is growing to an insurmountable breadth?  There are two Americas now.  The income-redistribution crowd that wants everyone beholden to the government and the same amount of chicken in every pot, and the rest of us that understand you can’t take everything from the “can-do” crowd to give to the “won’t-do” crowd.

The assault on “the rich” has become so tired and wanting.  America was built on the shoulders of those who wanted more…who worked harder…who were inspired to want the most of life that they could get.  Let’s be honest…some of us work harder than others.  I’ve owned a small business since 1981.  Eighty hour weeks were the norm, but I worked those weeks to carve out a better life for my family, not the family down the street.
The government now wants to level that field, and then, to add insult to injury, they want half of the half after I die as well.  I heard someone defending the death tax by saying, “you don’t want to spoil your kids, do you?”
Well…I’d rather spoil my kids than yours.

I’ll tell you one thing, the more I hear “we” and “you” coming from Washington, the more nervous I get.  I have a hard enough time paying for my own mistakes.  I don’t want to be paying for everyone else’s, too.