Doing the things, Don’t Piss on my Back

Yesterday after work I stopped at my buddies house to move a bed temporarily downstairs for him as his knee has him hobbling on crutches.  He is one of the people I know that has been single for quite awhile and professes to enjoy things being that way.  I have heard that from a number of long term single individuals over the years as well.  However ironically the scenario my buddy has with a knee injury severely limiting his mobility is another thing I think about as well in terms of having a partner to go through life with, especially as you get older.

When you are in a relationship you have each other’s back (hopefully), so of one if you has an issue the other is able to be there to catch and support you through whatever the issue is.  When you are single it is me, myself and I doing that support, although a strong friends network can help fill that gap if you are fortunate.  Walking the tight rope of aging and all of the fun bullshit that accompanies it without a safety net is not a warm and fuzzy feeling.

I have been finding myself getting more and more annoyed with the infrastructure bill that appears ensnared in Congress.  At first the highlights of it sounded all good with investments in transportation, renewable energy, and rebuilding many deteriorating roadways and bridges.  When this was promoted to the the American people by Biden it was going to be paid for primarily by reverting the tax cuts Trump instituted which gave huge corporations a massive windfall allowing them to pocket the overwhelming majority of the tax benefit wile giving the average Joe very little in comparison.  So paying for the infrastructure bill primarily in that manner sounded great.

Well low and behold, when you dig into what the bill is mutating into, there are devious changes that make me sick.  One part of this was a reported potential per mile transportation tax.  This was originally reported as being part of the bill in it’s current state however fact checkers revealed it is only funding a study of a per mile tax and if it would be an effective way to replace the gasoline tax since the future of transportation is definitely not gasoline.  However the idea that they would want to track the amount of miles a person drives and tax it in that manner is still pretty disturbing to me.

The other claim that has not been debunked is the bill including language requiring extensive reporting to the IRS of all transactions in and out of bank accounts of more than $600.  The basis for this was trying to find more sources of taxable income that perhaps is not being accurately reported.  There was a LOT of negative push back on this as again it seems like far too much of a Big Brother approach.  The last thing I saw is they now have moved that number up dramatically from $600 to $10000 which obviously is less oppressive but still annoying.

I guess the bottom line is my annoyance with the bait and switch at play here.  Don’t tell me we are going to revert the insane tax breaks that were given to corporations to foot the bill for something and then quietly infest the bill with all sorts of ways to further tax the mass population. It really is aggravating and furthers my disgust of the federal government in general, regardless if they are wearing red or blue, they are all controlled by the puppet masters above them with the asteroid sized wallets that can pay for any reality they wish to create.

Last night at home I did do a couple of the things I talked about doing Wednesday night.  I played WoW for maybe an hour and then cruised around VR in bed.  One of the highlights was in Oculus Venues listening in on a discussion about the merits of Manny Pacquio, the boxer, running for president of the Philippines.  You can’t really do many of the games lying in bed outside of something like chess or pinball but the social and media apps are still pretty enjoyable.

This weekend I am going to try to keep the chore list tight.  At this point I am thinking I will still put out the outdoor Halloween decorations so myself, Elsa, and motorists driving by can still enjoy them.