.....with respect to this "ObamaCare" I hear so much about, everyone wrestles with the term "older and sicker Americans who need the medical care, so the younger enrol lees have to sign up to help pay for us poor, ole, sicker citizens.
Sounds like we're charity cases - again.
Knock it off!...older, yup, sicker, sure are, WORN OUT, is more like it. You spend fifty years prying yourself out of bed at 6 in the morning, shuffling off to work in every kind of weather, throwing up with the flu, gulping coffee (something in your stomach), catching trains or fighting free-way bumper-car traffic to work, putting up with job threats to hold your job - just to feed your kids and "roof" your family!!
Oops, your oldest daughter fell off a chair and broken her arm, ambulancing her way to a hospital, damn, youngest daughter in trouble sitting in Principal's domain, caught with a knife, take time off from work, look$ like that will co$t you.
Enuf money for vacay? No. The Family bitches, YOU are the bad guy.
National war debt for fixing picket-fence teeth, shoes, and clothes. Youngest daughter brings home the worst in boys, loves to piss off dad. Winds up in Mens' AF barracks at 3 in the morning at nearby AF Base. " Come get your daughter," they call me. She was 14. Never mind the alcohol problems that plague half of American families, ours, too. Al-anon, tedium ad naseum, oh God, have I forgotten anything. Oh, two heart attacks, surgeries, oldest surgeries, run-a-ways,
Funny, (not ha,ha,--- strange) I get tired, thinking about this, just typing....of course, at my age, we of the " tired" generation earned every bit of grey hair. Like Sgt Bilko, every stripe on the sleeve came with an ounce of blood, a pound of worry, a wrench of the neck at night at the sound of a gunshot.
" Oh Dad, you worry too much!! Oh, pops, I'd like you to meet my new boyfriend Lorenzo!!"
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