Excuses, Excuses

So, I should probably start by apologizing for being so moody the other day. I am sorry about that, really. It’s just that, well. It gets complicated. See, thanks to Tier 1 Pensioners draining the state, which we can ill afford being that we have to carry half the damn union on our backs, New York instituted yet another emergency luxury tax. Oh, before it was always just on soda and stuff and they could pretend that they were doing us a favor, like when they did it to cigarettes. Didn’t really make sense. You ever get a second hand cavity? But recently, they enacted a luxury tax on “humor, happiness and goodwill.” So I can scarcely afford to be a decent, much less pleasant human being. Two things make this fun, but don’t tell my state government. First is that it only reinforces the image of New Yorkers as being mean, self interested jerks. We probably wouldn’t be if our ludicrously high taxes weren’t used to fund welfare that supports red states who turn around and vilify New York for, of all things “pork barrel spending.” Secondly, and you probably should have seen this coming, but Goodwill is taxed non-stop under this new law and they’ve begun a law suit. Shame they ran out of money roughly 36 seconds after signing their pricey law team, so they’ve decided to withdraw from the state permanently, in a spectacular “screw you!” to people who don’t make 90 million dollars a year. And let me tell you, that magic number of 250,000 bucks that people assume constitutes rich? Not in New York it doesn’t. Meanwhile, I’m applying for jobs with $30,000 starting salaries. And not hearing back because half the time the companies decide to hold off because they can’t afford it right now. Boo hoo, Kentucky. Your starting salary would be 27,500. But our rent is 1200 a month on a closet in a crime riddled neighborhood. So screw you. You don’t want pork barrel? Great, me either. Carry your own damn weight. Do I look like I can carry you? A fragile little slip of a thing like me?

Also, most of that was a lie. Not the stuff about tax redirection or tier 1 pensions though. That, unfortunately is all too real. But after bitching and moaning last time, I remembered that April is good for at least one thing. Fake news. I know this cheered me up enormously. Why, I used to do such things myself.

So, I got some good suggestions for reading material last week. So I might as well ask more questions. For instance: Would you guys be interested in seeing more of my writing, like I did with 2nd: The First Ever Serialized Adventures of YOU! Or am I getting too self indulgent again?