So this is Day 1 of the Sequester, huh?
Color me not impressed. After all the predictions of doom and gloom — a catastrophe, I believe is what the architect of this evil “sequester” called it — I carefully peeked out the front door this morning, looking for signs of looting and rioting.
Not seeing any, I got in my truck and drove to work. 84-year old Ms. Beasley was out for her morning walk, despite the 36 degree morning chill, and waved like she always does. She must not have heard about the looming death and destruction that the Sequester will surely drop on our heads any moment now.
Ah…to live in such ignorant bliss.
Made it almost all the way to work with no signs of doom, until I stopped for my morning breakfast tacos and my normal cashier — Ms. Juanita, who has taken it upon herself to improve me Spanish language skills — was not there to take my order. I may have unintentionally ordered corn tortillas instead of flour.
Upon arriving at work, I fully expected to see an empty parking lot. After all, Rep. Maxine Waters — easily the dumbest person in all of Congress — assured the American people yesterday that Sequestration could “result in loss of ‘over 170 million jobs”.
I did a little bit of mental math (drawing on the ninja math skills I learned from Mrs. Volk back in high school — and you said I’d never use those skills again…), I quickly realized that would be…YIKES!…EVERY SINGLE JOB IN AMERICA.
And most of Central America, too.
This may very well be my last blog post. Ever. If the catastrophe has been as bad as Obama has been warning is that it would be — and who would know better than Barack the Magic Negro? He designed this plan; pushed hard for it, and signed it into law — the entire Intertubes might go down before day’s end.
Of course, it could also be that the downside of cutting a measly 2% of our PROPOSED spending (not actual cuts here, folks…just some proposed cuts to planned spending) might be a little over-hyped. And that….just maybe…we’ll all be OK after all.