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OH JOY!! I’m over my mailbox limit and may not be able to send or receive e-mails until I clean up my mailbox! What a perfect way to end what has been a, shall we say, less than perfect week! I think I could sleep for a month… did you ever wonder why humans don’t hibernate? Maybe we should… just a thought.
Current Mood:
Aaarrggghhh!!!!! & 
Bitchy! & 
Sick & 
Tired
Sammy… just say no to feckless spending!
Sammy,
Okay, if I carry a negative balance in my checkbook the bank does not let me write more checks…let alone buy a couple billion dollars worth of obsolete jets! I mean, c’mon Uncle, when’s the last time we engaged in real ariel combat (which these jets were designed for)? Seriously, I don’t think the Chinese are going to dare us to a dogfight over the huge sums of money we owe them! (They’ll just pwn us in business.)
How about this… how about NO. We don’t have the cash, so no planes for US! You already [over]spent your allowance!
How about lifting the export restrictions and selling these things to our allies? That would save the jobs at Lockheed and generate some cash for US (in the form of tariffs).
How about put some cash into R&D and come up with something that doesn’t run $40G an hour to operate?!?
Hugs & Kisses,
A Taxpaying Citizen
Visit the Congress.org home page to see stories and documents from around the Web about the jet program.
Obama Repeats Threat to Veto Bill Over F-22 Jet
By CHRISTOPHER DREW
Published: July 14, 2009
The president pressed his campaign against spending $1.75 billion for seven F-22 jets as Democratic support for the plane increased.
The Outstanding Public Debt as of 21 Jul 2009 at 03:47:02 AM GMT is: $11,613,259,299,265.79
The estimated population of the United States is 306,585,943
so each citizen’s share of this debt is $37,879.29.
Current Mood: Aaarrggghhh!!!!! & 
Noooooooo & 
On my soapbox
conundrum of socks
As people we are born into the world without a mate and most of us spend our entire lives trying to find that one person who is our perfect match.
Socks are brought into the world with a mate and yet they seem to spend their entire lives trying to get lost, to seperate themselves from their perfect match.
Why is that? What’s up with socks? Why do I spend more time looking for a matched pair in the morning than anything else I do to get ready for work??
