Liberals Die When They Want To…

162Zeke says, “Time to go!”  I’ve now been educated that liberals die when they want to, or in fact, they need to, in order to make Obamacare less of a disaster.  Liberals mandate when it’s time to die.  Whereas conservatives die when they have to and not when its convenient.

I’m one of them.  A conservative.  I’m 62 (now 65).  It may be convenient for liberals like you, Zeke Emanuel to die when you want to, but conservatives don’t have that luxury .  After all, somebody has to pick up the tab.  We don’t get to choose when to die.  There’s this thing called family.

I have a family.  A wife who’s retired and 2 grown children just getting started in their careers.  My wife needs a husband who can spend more time with her.

My two girls are just getting started in their families and in their careers.  Did anyone tell you Zeke, kids are getting married in their 30s and 40s, not in their 20’s?  Did anyone tell you, they’re having kids in their 30s and 40’s not in their 20’s?  Who are these kids going to call Grampa, if I cash in my chips, toes up at age 75?

My wife has been waiting over 40 years for me to retire.  She has worked in the school system and done the lion share to raise my children throughout their formative years.  We didn’t even start taking vacations until the girls were in high school.  What am I going say to my wife when I’ve finally paid off the mortgage, sold my business and our kids are popping out babies, snot-nosed kids that we can spoil at age 75?  “Sorry honey, Zeke says, time to go.”  Really?!

The Zekemobile

If I retire from my business at 68-70 years of age, I get to enjoy 5 yrs. in retirement?  My wife and I could spend time with our daughters, their children, and would have maybe 5-7 years to see the world or at least a little more than the backyard??!

That’s when I had an idea!  Like in Back to the FutureI could build a time machine like the DeLorean DMC-12 only in an 8 passenger family and friends van to escape from Zeke and Obamacare.

My Mom would have a heart attack if I told her I was going to die at 75 years of age.  She would only be 98!  It would be too much of a shock to her system.  How can I ask her to pass up an opportunity at age 100, to be mentioned by Willard Scott on the Today Show?!

I run a successful small business. I am employ over 35 (now 45) people.  I take pride in helping them and their families.  They’re my extended family.  One of our very own extended families had a baby today, 8 lbs. 10 oz.  That baby will be 29 yrs. old Zeke, a young adult with a new family and hopefully a burgeoning career, when his own Dad is supposed to die.

I gave my Dad’s eulogy when I had turned 60.  I had 30 more years today to be with and learn from my Dad, Zeke, than you would ask of one of my own employee’s son’s to share with his Dad?!

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Jonestown Massacre 918 Died

Most of my friends are my age or older, so who would I hangout with?  I guess when that time comes in 10-15 years we could throw a Jimmy Jones Jonestown party and all drink the Kool-Aid Zeke Emanuel is selling?

Frankly Zeke, you’re a joke and you make me sick.  You’re an Obamacare zealot?  You’re just in it for the money.  You don’t care about anyone but yourself and your lord and savior, Obama, so I’m not going to rollover and die for you.

On the other hand, if liberals, like you, Zeke, want to die at 75 yrs. of age, that’s OK.  It just sounds like another liberal born entitlement to me.

One that I can live with…

The Mergansers Are Back

 

Hooded Merganser

Hooded Merganser

It has been three years now since dad passed away and the mergansers are back each year. 

Dad was in a losing the battle with an unforgiving and relentless disease, Alzheimer’s.  Simply put, Alzheimer’s is an hour glass of life’s memories forever sifting and slipping away.

There was a small sign with my father’s name, outside his 10 x 12 room, but when reality sunk in, dad just wasn’t home.  There were many occasions thereafter, I realized just how much I missed him.

Dad was a conservationist.  He loved the outdoors and natural surroundings. He took great pride in building and placing wood duck and blue bird houses all along the river in Wisconsin, on which he and my mom lived.

For that reason, I was excited to see wood ducks on a pond behind my office.  Keep in mind I live in Florida, not Wisconsin.  I was so excited, I called mom and she sent me wood duck houses for the pond.  I mounted them on some beautiful cypress trees on the pond.  It turns out the “wood ducks” didn’t want anything to do with their new homes.  In fact, they weren’t wood ducks at all, they were Hooded Mergansers!

Of course dad would have known they were mergansers.  He would have laughed and told me mergansers are migratory. They were just passing through, just like dad.

Happy Birthday Pops!

Dad’s 80th – August 11th, 2007

It’s August 11th, my Dad’s birthday and Paul Ryan has been named the Mitt Romney’s choice for VP running mate in the presidential election.  My dad passed away in December 2010, I was 58 years young.  I was thinking about what Paul Ryan said today about his Dad passing away when he was only in his teens.  I can’t imagine my Dad not being around for all those formative years, especially high school and college.  I would have had a ball, j/k!  In retrospect, I would have had to look elsewhere for a mentor, a backstop, a person who would make sure I didn’t self-destruct.  Somehow Paul Ryan managed to turn out to be a really good guy, and successful by anyone’s measure.

I think Dad would be proud of Paul Ryan, and pleased his appointment was announced on my Dad’s birthday.  I think he would be in Mitt Romney and Pul Ryan’s corner.  After all I’ve never met anyone with more backbone or higher ethical standards than Dad.  Dad would say Paul Ryan was, “a chip off the old block.”  So enough about Paul Ryan and politics, what kind of birthday message can I leave my old man?

Well I could begin and end the story by saying he was a successful small businessman, husband and father.  We are a family of six siblings, including three sisters and three brothers and we all get along, Mom too!  Seriously, we actually know where each other lives.  We celebrate holidays together, sometimes vacation together, and even have each other’s cell phone numbers. 

We’ve friended each other on Facebook and “Like” each other’s posts, although there’s been a couple times Mom’s wanted to wash my keyboard out with soap.  We text each other.  Mom IMs most every day with daughters and daughter-in-laws to complain about sons and son-in-laws.  Mom actually Skype’s!  We even have a family Blog site.  Dad wanted little or nothing to do with computers but he would have expected no less from his family than ,a family that Skype’s together, stays together.  Happy Birthday Pops!

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