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...And There Is No Government.
I started thinking of a title for this thread, and after thinking of several things that were wrong in my world the song, "Shoo Fly" came into my head. Doesn't it make a kind of nice little ditty? My father fell down the stairs, my brother's on furlough, there is no government, and I don't care.
Of course I actually do. It was a great time to have my brother available to visit the hospital and then the rehab unit almost every day with me and he wouldn't have been able to do that if the government hadn't closed down. Since he is an attorney we discussed the legalities of his going into his office. (He didn't.) He had been saying that getting paid for the time he was on furlough would be nice, but wouldn't at all make up for mess of it. He said that he, being a manager, would still have every bit of work he had had to get done finished whether or not he was in the office these weeks, so he wished he could legally go in and work. (As an attorney for HUD he does closings on buildings.) He said it would be ironic to be fired for having gone in and worked while the government was shut down, but that if he went in that he could be fired since he wasn't listed as being needed.
Is this Catch 22 or what? Are the Republicans insane? If they can shut down the government every time they don't like a law that has been passed, we may never have a functioning government as long as they have a majority in either house of Congress!
Link to update on the situation...http://www.nytimes.com/2013/10/16/us/politics/congress-budget-debate.html?_r=0
Deb/AGBF
PS-My father fell down a flight of stairs to the cellar, landing on concrete and hit his head. My daughter and I were home and I heard him scream. His head was bloodied. He broke 3 bones in his cervical spine (neck) but, miraculously, did no neurological damage. I put pressure on his head until the police arrived and they held his neck in place until the EMTs came. It happened September 29. He came home yesterday, walking with a walker. He spent his 93rd birthday in the hospital.
I started thinking of a title for this thread, and after thinking of several things that were wrong in my world the song, "Shoo Fly" came into my head. Doesn't it make a kind of nice little ditty? My father fell down the stairs, my brother's on furlough, there is no government, and I don't care.
Of course I actually do. It was a great time to have my brother available to visit the hospital and then the rehab unit almost every day with me and he wouldn't have been able to do that if the government hadn't closed down. Since he is an attorney we discussed the legalities of his going into his office. (He didn't.) He had been saying that getting paid for the time he was on furlough would be nice, but wouldn't at all make up for mess of it. He said that he, being a manager, would still have every bit of work he had had to get done finished whether or not he was in the office these weeks, so he wished he could legally go in and work. (As an attorney for HUD he does closings on buildings.) He said it would be ironic to be fired for having gone in and worked while the government was shut down, but that if he went in that he could be fired since he wasn't listed as being needed.
Is this Catch 22 or what? Are the Republicans insane? If they can shut down the government every time they don't like a law that has been passed, we may never have a functioning government as long as they have a majority in either house of Congress!
Link to update on the situation...http://www.nytimes.com/2013/10/16/us/politics/congress-budget-debate.html?_r=0
Deb/AGBF
PS-My father fell down a flight of stairs to the cellar, landing on concrete and hit his head. My daughter and I were home and I heard him scream. His head was bloodied. He broke 3 bones in his cervical spine (neck) but, miraculously, did no neurological damage. I put pressure on his head until the police arrived and they held his neck in place until the EMTs came. It happened September 29. He came home yesterday, walking with a walker. He spent his 93rd birthday in the hospital.