Pissing away tomorrow

There you go--again--Mitt. Grousing on the op-ed page of the Chicago Tribune that, golly gee, so few of our NATO posse want to spend at least 2% of their budget on the military, i.e. welfare for the military industrial purveyors of death and destruction, or as I think of it "Billions for Boeing" . Silly Europeans, building infrastructure and supporting education.  Ah how I miss the roads in Germany, not a pothole in sight.

 

Don't fret robotic Mittens: America already pisses away enough cash on the military for the entire NATO posse. We're Number One!, in wasting our treasure, or in just putting it on the credit card but off the books as Cheney and his boy Bush did.

 

And if you cheapskate 1% types would pay your fair share, just think--we could pay for more "aircraft" (your word) and guns to blow up the world! What FUN! for your neo-conservative advisors!

 

So when our public school children find themselves in classes of 50; or seniors are reduced to eating no-name dog food (can't afford the name brand) with unmet health care--we will remember that you and the GOP opposed spending on infrastructure and the education of Americans (or infrastructure for the brain). You only want to spend on more boys--like my Navy nephew--with their overpriced killer toys. Really the only thing I believe in is "killer apps."

 

America's future pissed down the economic toilet.

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