This post was blocked three times from being posted. Then I sent it to Raye and another person, telling them about being blocked. Viola! The "block" lifted! (The ghouls will do anything to make me wrong! Chuckle, chuckle. Now let's see if it actually posts.)--Jana

The Children’s Party #062101
I’m The Boss, Jr. Bush!

I’ve been thinking about you for months now. (I know it makes you squirm, but it’s necessary.) I’ve been wondering why I should be having all the fun. I’ve been pondering the avenues of sharing my fun with you. I have noticed that there is something really, really important that is so basically missing in you, that I have been grappling day and night for the best method to convey it to you so that you actually GET IT. It’s not easy. It’s like brain surgery, one sneeze and you’re toast.

What I want to present to you is The Golden Rule. How you’re gonna receive it is you’re gonna have ta LIVE IT first.

What I have planned for you will take approximately nine months. Since it probably took you nine months to become the big baby that you are today, I think it’s time you invested another nine months growing up and out of big babyhood. That’s a tall order but I have it all worked out.

The first thing you are to do is get a job. Not just any job, but one that pays not more than $10 an hour. You will work at this job eight hours a day, five days a week, just like millions of other schnooks. You will find a place to live for yourself, your wife and your family but you must stay WITHIN YOUR BUDGET. If you can’t make ends meet, your wife can go to work as a waitress or a housekeeper. The twins can also get minimum wage jobs and help contribute to their upkeep.

I want you to live the life of an ordinary man, with an ordinary life, with ordinary woes. I want you to drive a ten-year-old car to work every day without roadside service or a cell phone. I want you to stand at the pump, buying gasoline, and experience what it feels like to fill your tank to the halfway mark because you cannot afford to fill it all the way. I want you to commute to work on the “freeway” which you will quickly find has nothing to do with a “free” “way” to anywhere. I want you to reflect on this as you sit in the midst of something that can only be called a sporadically moving parking lot. I also want you to worry about being late to work. I want you to worry about being fired.

When you get your first paycheck, I want you to notice how much is missing from it. I want you to think about that when you need to buy food for your family. How does it feel knowing that someone, a jerk like yourself or your Pop, has just taken a chunk of what little you have to squander on a lunch to entertain a trough of two-legged porkers who have an idea of how to gouge a bigger chunk from your paycheck. When you cannot pay the electricity bill, that quadrupled while your paycheck stayed the same, what do you think about? Do you love the utilities company? Do you think they are your friends? Do you think they are looking out for you? Or do you recognize them for what they are: voracious parasites who don’t give a damn whether you or your family have enough to eat. All they care about is how to get more for themselves, AT YOUR EXPENSE.

With your $10 an hour job, I want you to notice what kind of place you get to live in. Count the cockroaches. You probably have a ratty sofa or two on the sidewalk and several abandoned clunkers lining the streets. There’s probably a few liquor stores within walking distance and a convenient check cashing place. No doubt there’ll be pawn shops handy so you can pawn your watch on the first of the month when you haven’t enough money to pay your rent.

Another thing. Since you just started this job, you will not be eligible for health benefits for at least three months. That means that neither you, nor your wife and children will be covered if any misfortune strikes. You must not get sick. You must not have an accident.But I do want you to worry about it. I want you to worry about what you will do if one of your children breaks a leg. How will you pay the medical bills since you already have to work half the month just to pay the rent? How can you afford to be sick when it costs you an hour’s wage just to buy a loaf of bread and a hunk of cheese? I want you to tell me at what point you might consider taking a second job.

Are you starting to GET IT, Jr. Bush? Don’t think you’re gonna have to do this all alone because I’m setting up this program for everyone who has the audacity to consider him or herself a “leader”. All politicians and CEOs will do the same. All the bankers too. For the next nine months they will ALL be working for a living, just like you. Even the Bilderberg Babies will be exchanging their diapers for coveralls and working for $10 an hour. The only one who will not be working for $10 an hour is Alan Greenspan. He will work for the minimum wage only. We must be very strict with him.

At the end of nine months, Jr. Bush, I’m sure you, and everyone else, will easily understand what it means to...

Do (cha cha cha) unto others (cha cha cha)
As you (cha cha cha) would have others (cha cha cha)
Do (cha cha cha) unto you (cha cha cha).

Jana Janus (aka The Rogue Butterfly)
Ruler of The Earth, Teacher of The Golden Rule