To the Editor:
I was in the grocery store concentrating heavily on purchasing healthy and wholesome food which, sorry to say in my world, is not a normal function. Grabbing anything that says “Hostess” or “Nickles Bakery” is definitely normal for me. Anyway, I overheard a gentleman talking to the store manager about how his new friend, Barack, was the greatest thing since the doorknob and how wonderful it was that healthcare will be for one and all and now we can all share the wealth with one another. I equivocate it to riding off into the sunset just as happy and united as can be that all the kool-aid had been consumed.
Anyway, while eating a mini vanilla creamstick, I decided to test the waters. I approached the two gentlemen, introduced myself as a senior citizen who has impeccable hearing and told them I had been intrigued by their comments on “redistribution” of their, and my money, and I commented to the store manager that I had been a patron of his food chain for well over 30 years and I had paid (all by myself) his food chain for those groceries and I thought that, since they were so into sharing the wealth, that maybe they would go to the register with me on this fine, glorious free day and offer up their wealth for my tab. And, in return, I would offer up part of my cream stick.
You know, I was flabbergasted. Truly. I mean where was the passion? The equality?
The sensitivity? The overwhelming burning desire to dig deep into those pockets and pull out some of their money to make my ends meet. They must have misinterpreted Reagan’s words when he said, “No.*!*# No, because that is the reaction I got, “No, *!#* no.”
Must be one of those good-for-you but not good-for-me kind of things.
Don’t blame good ol’ Barack. In so many ways he told us exactly what he wanted, was and is going to do. He is the one who set up the table, lined up the cups, filled the pitchers with passionate and vibrant kool-aid, promised us hope and change and said come hither, but it was our own, elected Democratic congressmen, senators and government officials - people we knew and trusted - who lined up, one by one, got bought and paid for to pour those cups full of pledges and promises, put a smile on their everlasting, two-faced lips and said to their constituents, “Trust me and drink up.”
Remember in November, they didn’t drink along with us.
Terry Vahila
Malvern, Ohio
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