Happy Tax Day

Well, technically Happy Tax Day isn't 'till Monday this year but Southern Man revels in tradition so today it is. And Southern Man has been working for a few days now on a diatribe on the utter insanity that is Washington today and his frustration with those who think that cutting a fraction of the recent increases from the Federal budget (not from the budget itself, mind you, but from the recent increases in the budget) is "draconian" and that Paul Ryan's budget is the End Of The World As We Know It. He wants his two older children to know that they are fools if they expect to get back any of that money they're paying into Social Security and Medicare and he wants to take his hopelessly liberal sister and shake her by the neck until she understands that all of her caring and compassion and desire to help others will not pay the bills for these programs and tell his equally hopelessly liberal colleagues that the Department of Education has done nothing - zero, zip, nada - for education other than increase the price and even tell his sciency friends (and Southern Man is sciency if nothing else) that we cannot afford to spend money on this stuff any more and to shout from the rooftops that we have been lied to for forty years, that the bills are due, and, no, we aren't going to get what we were promised and anyone that tells us otherwise is just perpetuating those same lies. Unfortunately, doing just that is what gets you elected.

And of course someone else does it first, and does it so much better. So Southern Man will steal his title and link to his post and plead with everyone who sees this to click and read and read again and send it to all of your friends.

There is so much about that post that Southern Man likes but he will resist the temptation to excerpt it and again beg you to read it and simply end with a harsh truth: we must make hard choices today, or have much harder ones forced on us tomorrow.