Just thoughts

Well, here I am again. It's been a tough week (month, year...take your pick)but I'm still here and still kicking. It seems I always have questions...hence the link for this blog, (canigetananswer)and these days my head is just even fuller than usual (watch it! I said "fuller" not "bigger") I can't help wondering about certain things.
For instance, I wonder if the liberals in government really believe in the fantasy world that they try to palm off on the rest of us. Do they really think that when they decide to tax the nasty old rich companies that those costs aren't simply reflected in the price of goods to consumers? Right, that would be to you and me. Simple economics - company sells stuff at a certain price, government decides it needs more money (jeepers, why would that be? wouldn't have anything to do with spending like a drunken sailor...What?! you mean we shouldn't be investing in research on cow flatulence and spending hundreds of dollars per toilet seat in government buildings?!) So the government decides to tax said company so as to have more money for mindless research and gold plated comodes. Then said company, wanting to actually make money, raises the cost of products to cover the aforementioned taxes. Oh, wait a minute. I heard a state financial flunky on the radio the other morning, defending an outrageous gasoline tax...I mean, another outrageous gasoline tax, on top of the several already imposed in this state...by saying that they were writing legislation to make sure that the companies couldn't raise costs to consumers. When challenged by the radio host he actually said that the companies usually covered such extra expense by firing a few employees. LIKE THAT'S A GOOD THING!! Yeesh!
And have you noticed that apparently the poor don't pay taxes because they're too poor, and the really rich don't pay taxes because they have lawyers and loopholes which eliminate their taxes, or they just don't think they have to (Willie Nelson comes to mind)so that means that the middle class (uh, that would be me again) pays all the taxes. And them's a lot of taxes.
Enough of that. I have to revisit fashion for just a teeny moment. Truly, I wish I didn't have to but I have this little problem. See, lately I've been putting on a little weight. I really have no idea why...in fact I was musing over that just the other evening over my after dinner bowl of hyper-buttered popcorn followed by a 3 scoop ice cream cone while I energetically swiveled in my rocker/recliner. So, I says to myself "Self, how can it be that all of a sudden you've poofed up a good 8 pounds here?" I pondered that question all the way to the fridge and back with my strawberry shortcake, with, of course, light whipped cream on the angel food cake. (Which, of course has no calories as any thinking person knows.Duh! Angel food. Who ever heard of a fat angel?) Well, frankly I'm stumped. I keep paying for my membership to that nice gym, the one I saw most recently in March...so what could the problem be? It's got to be glandular. Well, anyway, due to the recent excess poundage I found myself in need of, shall we say, clothing that "drapes" more attractively? (Ok, I thought it was kind of important to be able to actually zip my pants...with my big hinder in them) So I find myself in the mall again...that neat place with the cinnamon rolls and coco loco drinks with (YEAH, LIGHT WHIPPED CREAM...WHAT'S YOUR POINT?!) And as I peruse the racks of clothing I'm thinking "Somebody's harvested all of these garments off an "ugly" tree." I mean, seriously people, there's no getting around the fact that a polyester, crinkly shirt in various shades of brown, baby puke green and pepto bismol pink is just stinking ugly!! And since when does size XL stand for something tiny enough for a Barbie doll to barely squeeze into? You know, all this thinking is making me hungry....hmmmm. I think I may have to pick this post up in the morning, right after pancakes. Oooohh, pancakes go with sausage right? Wait a minute...warning, warning!! Thoughts of sausage make me think about how I fit into my jeans right now. Dang! That's depressing, I think I need some chocolate to sparkle up the old endorphins.
ARGH!!!