Iíve been on a kick lately complaining about our government.
For me, thereís a lot to complain about.
While living in Northern Illinois my wife banned me from listening to talk radio.
She was convinced it was the source of my high blood pressure problem.
I may once again have to take a break from it.
Roger Miller wrote a song called Guvíment.
One verse reads:
Well, you dad-gum government.
You sorry so Ďní soís.
You got your hands in every pocket of my clothes.
It seems that way doesnít it?
Yes, Iím talking about taxes.
Letís tax this.
Letís tax that.
Tax after tax after tax.
Hereís just a few: Building permit tax, cigarette tax, federal income tax, fishing license tax, gas tax, liquor tax, marriage license tax, personal property tax, sales tax, luxury tax, etc.
The list goes on and on.
Interestingly, not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago, and our nation was the most prosperous in the world.
Something to think about.
Hopefully, Iíve vented enough here.
Now, Iíve got to find something else to complain about.
How about mosquitos?
See you out there.