We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Thirty-six hours since the Snow Storm of the Century has passed, and still Bush hasn't plowed my driveway.
Nor have I heard from FEMA, nor has anyone offered me any free money or free luxury hotel rooms in NYC. This is difficult for me to comprehend, and it surely represents a failure of leadership at the top. Bush had at least four days advance notice to prepare for this snow disaster, and yet - nothing.
If I didn't have my 4 WD Lexus, I couldn't get out of the house.
And not only that, there is Deep Slush in the village, which presents a serious health hazard to the Aged and Infirm. Does Bush care about the Aged and Infirm? Obviously not. Us regular people are left to Fend for Ourselves without government aid, while the wealthy and privileged loll in the sun in the Caribbean and Cabo and wait for the snow to melt. Or they have the funds to pay someone to plow their driveway or, like The Barrister, are fortunate enough to own their own beautiful snowplow, as posted on Saturday.
Photo of The Barrister's freshly-plowed driveway below. Meanwhile, the rest of us wait for Bush to bring help. Who's taking care of me? Who is in charge at the White House?
Help, doctor, I'm suffering from snowplow envy. I don't need Bush to dig me out. We muscular Cliffies can shovel three hours straight with no trouble while hubbie and kids play pathetic compter games. For ten dollars an hour I will pickaxe the snowplow ridge in front of your driveway--you do the rest. And no whining about heart attack risks of snow shovelling for men over 50. Let wifey break a nail...Seriously, doing your own shovelling, like your own yardwork, is very satisfying, given the dreary paper and computer work we usually face