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So I've seen the item below floating around for the past few days.

Salary of retired US Presidents .............$180,000 per year FOR LIFE
Salary of House/Senate .......................$174,000 per year FOR LIFE
Salary of Speaker of the House ............$223,500 per year FOR LIFE
Salary of Majority/Minority Leaders ...... $193,400 per year FOR LIFE
Average Salary of a teacher ................ $40,065
...Average Salary of Soldier DEPLOYED IN AFGHANISTAN $38,000
I think we found where the cuts should be made....

And other than the President, I think that having a salary for life is absolutely idiotic. If you want a retirement you should get one like the majority of Americans which is currently a 401(k) plan that you have to contribute to and plan for and which you only qualify for after x number of years of service. So if you are elected for 2 years we shouldn't be paying your salary nor your benefits for life. Members of congress should be required to plan for their retirement just like they expect every other "ordinary" American to handle it. Not through a hand out for a minimum service.

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This made me giggle this morning

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OMG! I <3 little old ladies.
This happened several weeks ago, right next door to the Borders store I mentioned earlier. I thought I'd transfer over here for people to be amused by. My apologies to those seeing it again. (SUFFER.)

I arrived at the movie theater (a former cement plant converted into a movie theater and stores; the foyer is three stories of metal, glass and cement flooring; you can practically hear the echoes of your own breathing) and got into the short line. Just in front of me was an older lady with a cane accompanied and quietly chattering with a teenaged boy who I'd guess was her grandson. Now, the cane wasn't one of those medical canes you see but a proper wood and handle type. Despite her ease with it, the lady's upright posture and ease of movement suggested she didn't need it frequently.

In front of them, at the actual ticket counter, were a pair of women. One, a middle-aged black lady who was all laid back ease and slow rolls of her shoulders, was finishing up getting her ticket. Considering her friend, she needed all that serenity. The other lady was a blonde who had spent far too much time out in the sun, resulting in an appearance that put one less in mind of sun-dried leather and more of sunbaked clay. She eyed the display of movies and times almost suspiciously as she began talking. "Well, I'd like one ticket but how much are they for?"

"Five dollars," said the attendant, a most misfortunate 16 year old girl.

"What about the senior discount?"

"Five dollars," the attendant said cheerfully.

"And if you have one of those Regal Crown cards?" the blonde lady barked.

"Five dollars but it does count to your points."

"How much for the card?" the blonde lady asked suspiciously.

"Its free. You just have to fill out the form over there and bring it to the counter."

"Uh HUH. And why don't you have the forms here?" the blonde lady asked, leaning in towards the attendant. Most likely trying to sniff out weakness.

"They only want us issuing materials here. There's more room to fill out the form over at the stand," said the attendant, her smile starting to slip as the woman's hostile attitude chipped away at her.

"Well, that's just too inconvenient!" the blonde lady began to yammer. I lost the thread of her conversation though as, behind her, the older lady levered her cane up in one hand and plucked the rubber footing off it, exposing a steel cap. My first thought was 'Oh, dear Lord, if she beats the woman or draws a sword cane, I'm going to have to be a witness. I'd be a terrible witness. All my sympathy would be going to the defense.'
"Jeremy, honey, I'm about to do something embarrassing," the older lady said calmly. "If you want to go around the corner, I'll understand." The teenager shrugged.

The older lady put the cane back on the ground, lifted it up and then briskly slammed it into the cement floor with enough force to do a jackhammer proud.

You'll recall that I mentioned earlier that the foyer is one enormous echo chamber, yes?


Sounded through the foyer. For a moment, every other noise in the building disappeared, cowering into the corners. The two women in front of her jumped like they were trying to hurdle the counter. I nearly jumped out of my skin and I was watching the lady.

Seeing she had the blonde lady's attention (and, quite possibly, stolen her hearing) the older lady said, in the most acid of tones, "Ma'am, I'm here to see a movie with my grandson. I'm a retired 78 year old, I have bad knees from decades of teaching, and I've been standing here for five minutes waiting for you to purchase your ticket. An act you seem constitutionally incapable of doing. Would you kindly get on with it?" She finished by not so much replacing the rubber foot on her cane as stabbing the steel tip into the heart of the footer.

The blonde lady turned back around with a spine and shoulders stiff with offense, purchased her ticket and stormed off, her friend calmly bobbing along in her wake.

The older lady marched up to the counter, her money already in her hand. "Two tickets to see Green Lantern, please. And sorry about raising the fuss," she apologized briskly.

"$10 dollars," the attendant said dazedly. "And quite alright."

I adore little old ladies.

From my friend Karen whole stole it from someone who stole it from someone: Alcohol does not solve any problem, but then neither does milk.

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