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Because You Can Never Hear Someone Complain Too Much About the Government

As I sat at my computer working on a writing project and waiting for the goose to finish his bath, I heard a bump outside. I don’t startle easily, but my dogs do, and they proceeded to go berserk, running from window to window letting me know that SOMETHING is outside. Something that could be dangerous or at least fun to sniff.

There was, in fact, a couple outside. My dogs and I watched them pull out a piece of aluminum and then stomp on it until it was flattened. They folded it over. As I’m writing this, they’re trying to figure out how it will fit in their van. I gotta tell ya, that kind of ingenuity simply amazes me, and it’s one of the reasons I get so angry when someone tries to tell me the government is the only salvation for people.

I come from the school of thought that if you want something, you go for it. Period. There’s always a way out there. Health insurance? My slightly overweight husband with a history of back and ear surgeries qualified for health, dental, vision, and life insurance for a price that’s 1/5 of my monthly gas bill. It’s better coverage than what I get through work.

Looking for an education? I worked at a college making just enough money to pay my monthly $250 rent payment with a little left over for utilities and food. I walked to work each day and sometimes worked a part time job at a sandwich shop to save up money for a $600 car. No, I won’t say it was easy, especially when I was walking home at 10:00 at night to eat my dinner of ramen noodles with soy sauce, but I’m glad I did it.

I could go on with example after example from my own life and those around me. I know single mothers who manage to take care of their kids and save money. I’ve cleaned out my own kitchen cupboards to help feed a family. It may take some extra effort. It may require more energy or time. But there’s not a single person out there who is not capable of taking charge of their own life and DOING SOMETHING WITH IT.

Government is not the answer to our problems. The real answer lies within us and our ability to accept responsibility and live responsibly. If that means digging around in the woods for abandoned scrap metal to pay for dinner, so be it. God bless America!

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