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Modest Proposal Part 1

Modest Proposal Part 1 - 2008-06-30 11:30



Modest Proposal #1

For efficient use of limited governmental resources and better economies of scale, consider this:

Fold the dept. of education and the Department of prisons into the Department of defense.

That's what change is all about -- doing things differently.

If you watch the MSNBC prison specials on TV and see the high school graduation rates now that No Child Left behind has taken full effect, (or remember, faintly, the word Haditha) -- you must be ready for this. Especially if you are no longer eligible to join the army because of age or infirmity.

We have confused our next generation with words and titles -- and since they are going to have to pay for our retirements and clean up the messes anyway (plural -- spell check has more of a problem with the concept than we do,) I think that a better structure is needed to channel our bovine-ey children.

This will also allow for a better cash flow -- the money is going to be tight and every dollar saved from administrative overhead can better go where it's needed. We know where it's needed -- hell, we've already budgeted it in to our futures.

And, really, it's better for the children and will allow them to plan map out their years in a straighter forwarded way. Not so much better as clearer -- and that's got to be good for them on a lot of levels.

Social security is only going to pay for us if we take care of it now -- and since we are too stupid to budget and live within our means as a society -- we are going to have to either make more money, or charge it off to the next generation. Honestly -- I think we've already made the hard choice -- just not out loud.

What would this look like, and how soon could we see they money? And what would we call it to make it less sinister (like Homeland Security?)

That's for tomorrow's blog -- so stay tuned!

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