1/22/14

A Post-Holiday Debrief & A New Year’s Resolution in a "Recovering" Economy


Throughout 2013's holiday "season of giving," I watched as our nation's leaders labored to turn the United ("Give me your tired, your poor,") States into something out of a Dickens novel. I wondered how their gifts of fiscal responsibility and respect for the rule of law would be distributed and received. I imagined the holidays from the perspective of someone directly affected by recent "leadership," and what could be done about it. Here's Part One of what I came up with, in the form of a post-Christmas carol:  

Part I) The 12 Gifts of Christmas 2013:

On the 1st day of Christmas, the SNAP guy gave to me
A cup, and he told me to pee.
On the 2nd day, I learned my per-meal subsidy:
One buck-thirty-three, and a cup for my sample of pee
The 3rd day of Christmas, the boss deigned to mention:
No more pension, one-buck-thirty-three, and a cup for my sample of pee
On the 4th day, the border gave Mom big indigestion
Sent to detention, no more pension, one-buck-thirty-three, and a cup for my sample of pee
On the 5th day, I wondered what the Dream Act means
More broken dreams, Mom in detention, no more pension, one-buck-thirty-three, and a cup for my sample of pee.
On the 6th day, the food bank again ran out of greens,
I got more beans, more broken dreams, Mom in detention, no more pension, one-buck-thirty-three, and a cup for my sample of pee.
On the 7th day of Christmas, my boss proved he’s a slime,
Cut my hours to part-time, more pounds of dried beans, more broken dreams, Mom in detention, no more pension, one-buck-thirty-three, and a cup for my sample of pee.
The 8th day, at work, I parked and didn’t see the sign,
95 buck fine, hours cut to part-time, more pounds of dried beans, more broken dreams, Mom  
in detention, no more pension, one-buck-thirty-three, and a cup for my sample of pee
On the 9th day, the senator’s wish filled me with rage
No minimum wage?! 95 buck fine, hours cut to part-time, more pounds of dried beans,   
more broken dreams, Mom in detention, no  more pension, one-buck-thirty-three, and a cup for my sample of  pee
On Day 10, no more COLAs insists a DC sage,
Insecure old age! No minimum wage, 95 buck fine, hours cut to part-time, more pounds of dried beans, more broken dreams, Mom in detention, no more pension, one-buck-thirty-three, and a cup for my sample of pee
Day 11 wrecked my plans for state-paid rest and enjoyment*,
No help for unemployment, Insecure old age, 95 buck fine, hours cut to part-time, more pounds of dried beans, more broken dreams, Mom in detention, no more pension, one-buck-thirty-three and a cup for my sample of pee
On the 12th day, I got news much worse than unemployment:
My son’s deployment! No help for unemployment, no minimum wage, 95 buck fine, hours cut to part-time, more pounds of dried beans, more broken dreams, Mom in detention, no more pension, one-buck-thirty-three, and a cup for my sample of pee.


*because living on unemployment…it doesn’t get much better than that! 

To read Part II ("Where Can I Exchange These Gifts? Here's What I'd Rather Have..."),  check back tomorrow.