Democrats & Republicans put aside their similarities differences to hash out some sort of budget deal that should have been done last fiscal year. A deal means I’ll be getting my full paycheck on the 15th, so I should be happy, right?
Let’s see, the House put forth a continuing resolution to see to it that those serving in the military would get paid in the event of a Government shutdown. That is when El Presidente stepped in and called it a “distraction.” (I didn’t realize doing your job was a distraction.) If he thinks that’s a distraction, imagine having to potentially show up to work and do your job without getting paid while two groups of idiots who will still be getting paid argue over shit that’s outta your hands. That is a distraction. Imagine participating in the, what, three kinetic military actions now and not be getting paid. That is a distraction. I was hardly Obama’s biggest fan, but that is a huge slap in the face. I’m sorry if feeding my family is a distraction. I hope it didn’t affect your golf game or vacation plans or anything. That’d be terrible.
But guess what? I’m not a pampered NFL player so I’m not gonna compare it to slavery.
Joke
Bigger joke. Get the hell off my football team, asshole!
I signed my name on the line. I knew some bullshit could come my way from time to time. I was prepared to show up Monday and kick ass as usual even if I weren’t getting paid.
I just now resent all these motherfuckers in Washington. It furthered my belief that I am making the right decision leaving the military next year. I feel like those of us in the military were used as pawns by both sides to try to score some cheap political points. That sealed the deal for me.
And for what? $38 billion? $38 billion ain’t shit! Last month, the Government brought in roughly $128,179,000,000 in tax revenue, just a tad under the $1,118,700,000,000 it spent over the same period of time. Hell, the week prior to this mess, the debt rose $54 billion. If the debt rose $54 billion in one week, $38 billion in cuts over 6 months shouldn’t be celebrated. But sure enough, them chodes came out of their holes to get on TV and tell us how awesome they are for coming together to get a deal done. The self-congratulation was nauseating.
Good game, dicks!
It was enough to make me want to vomit. Or it was the Maple Bacon Sundae.
