Showing posts with label The Beatles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Beatles. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Armed And Ready, But For What?

The New York Times has a useful interactive graphic on President Obama's 2012 budget here. It doesn't include percentages, so I've provided them below. Also, the graphic misleads regarding Social Security: The program also pays for itself, meaning that while it is part of the budget, it does not contribute to the debt. Key areas of expense by percent of the budget (rounded):
Health and Human Services: Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Services: 30%
Social Security Administration: 22%
Treasury: Interest on the National Debt: 13%
Defense - Military Programs: Operations and Maintenance: 8%
Defense - Military Programs: Military Personnel: 4%
Defense - Military Programs: Procurement: 3.5%
Agriculture: Food and Nutrition Service: 3%
Labor: Employment and Traning Administration: 3%
Agriculture: Farm Service Agency: 2.5%
Office of Personnel Administration: 2%
Transportation: Federal Highway Administration: 2%
Treasury: Internal Revenue Service: 2%
Veteran's Administration: Benefits Programs: 2%
Other Defense Civil Programs: Military Retirement: 1.5%
Veteran's Administration: Veteran's Health Administration: 1.5%
All other departments are budget at less than 1%.
I'm no financial analyst, but this looks to me as if (a) we're for some reason armed to the teeth, and (b) we're getting older without preparing for it (or the debt wouldn't be so high while Medicare costs increase). Plus, it appears that for every dollar we spend on weapons, we spend more than two maintaining them.

Read the Times editorial on the budget here...

The debate -- such as it is -- over our aging population is all wrong. Conservatives see it as opportunity to gut Social Security and Medicare, two programs they've been sharpening their knives for since becoming law. The real question, though, is this: How will we as a nation deal with the requirements of an aging population while keeping the social contracts implied by Social Security and Medicare? Is the answer really to put elders on their own at a time when the next generation of Americans faces the possibility of limited prospects?

Friday, October 15, 2010

The U.S. Chamber of Commerce: An Innocent Victim of Obamic Rage

Here's a good one: Someone named Peter Wehner at Commentary, mouthpiece of the now-and-forever discredited neocons, is absolutely outraged at President Obama's implication that the U.S. Chamber of Commerce has funneled what amounts to laundered foreign money into U.S. campaigns. Without supporting evidence, mind you.

Well, you can't blame Pete for sitting on a tack. After all, conservatives would never, ever, ever promulgate unfounded rumors about the president. Or screech hysterically inane takes on his policies. They have no idea where this crazy notion that Obama is a Kenyan-born Muslim communist who hates white people and sets up death panels comes from. Probably from liberals who want to discredit conservatives. That's it...

Friday, August 22, 2008

Don't Make It Bad

Friday's Choice: Seven minutes of greatness: The Beatles sing "Hey Jude."

I remember seeing this on The Smothers Brothers (back in 1967) like it was yesterday. I can honestly say that here are seven minutes of television changed my life. If you're of a certain age and can watch the shots of John and George singing together without a lump catching in your throat then you must be visiting from another universe.




And now for the B-side! Dig George's burnt-orange mock turtleneck. Hook 'em, George!



Thanks, Mouse!

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Wedding Day

Sublime. People kept asking us to get married regularly if it meant an event like last night's. The ceremony was brief but moving:
We chose "In My Life" to commemorate Mark and Laura as well as to express our feelings for each other. 

More tomorrow, when I can publish the dinner menu. I can't say enough about the dinner and celebration after, though. For now, I am blessed with health, two great sons, two great stepsons, and someone to spend the rest of my life with whom I love as a wife, dear friend, and trusted confidant. 

Last night, I asked the hotel receptionist for an extra room pass for "my wife." I haven't been able to say that in over seven years. It sure felt good. And right.