My husband Bud can’t distinguish black from navy.
Every Sunday morning before church, he asks me whether his suit jacket matches his pants. Since my eyes are nearly as bad as his, I have him take the ensemble to the sun porch where the light is better.
I’ll spend several minutes trying to figure out whether the navy is actually dark blue or a faded black. And if both the pants and the jacket are navy, are they the same navy?
Finally, Sunday, I gave up and shared one of my grandmother Vada’s tidbits of wisdom with him.
“It’ll never be noticed on a galloping horse.”
Vada used that proverb if you were fretting about whether your hair was parted straight or if your sash was tied or your collar was turned out. In other words, don’t sweat the details.
I hadn’t thought of that old saying in many years. But the more I thought about it, the more I decided that our new President is using the very same philosophy.
He has trotted out so many ideas and spent so much money since he took office that it has made my head spin. He’s counting on that, I think. If he rushes through the democratic process, not really giving the public a chance to mull over these life-changing policies, he’ll get his way. And by the time we notice, it may be too late to stop.
First came the trillion-dollar stimulus plan that promised to create jobs. I just read where the unemployment rate went up again.
Then came Cash for Clunkers which encourages people to trade in older cars for more fuel-efficient ones. I’ve heard of people who don’t have jobs trading in an old car that is paid off to buy a new vehicle. They’re borrowing money they can’t repay for a new car to save four miles on the gallon.
The clunker program ran through $1 billion in one week. Congress galloped out another $2 billion.
Now, there is a rush to reform our healthcare system and I don’t like what I’m hearing. I question whether our representatives in Washington have a clue as to what middle class America is experiencing. They win over a few Hollywood celebrities and believe they have a handle on the hopes and dreams of the working class.
Look at your paycheck. How much did Uncle Sam deduct last week? It will get worse.
They’re setting us up to fail by incurring debt for our grandchildren and great-grandchildren, by encouraging us to spend money without income to back it and ridiculing those with the common sense to ask “who’s going to pay for it?”
I’m lucky to have adequate health insurance through my employer. It’s not cheap but I feel it is a necessary expense.
I don’t believe the government should decide my coverage, my premium or the kind of care I receive. It’s bad enough when you have a disagreement over payment with the insurance company. I don’t want to fight Uncle Sam over whether my kid should have his tonsils out or whether I’m eligible for allergy shots.
It’s time to slow down this spending frenzy, take a step back and count the cost.
As Vada would say, “It’s too late to close the barn door once the horse has bolted.”