So the wife and I are going to the grocery store this morning, hoping to beat the church crowd. As we're driving to the store, we stop at a traffic light behind a Crown Vic bearing this bumper sticker snuggled next to a W'04 and McCain/Palin sticker:
I'll Keep My Guns, My Freedom, And My Money, And You Can Keep The "Change"
Normally, I just let things like this slide, but for some reason, this one instantly got to me.
As it happened, circumstances were to favor my proclivities, for the driver turned into the grocery store, and we ended up parking about two slots down from her. She was about 45-50, sort of frumpy, with a distinct air of disapproval hovering about her, like she was always just a bit angry.
We got to the store entrance a little quicker than she did, and I held the door open for the woman as she entered the store. She didn't thank me, just huffed on past.
I went to the carts and grabbed one, as the lady sat her huge purse into the top basket of her own cart and started digging through her bag. My wife saw the look on my face, and knew what I was going to do. She stood next to the inner door of the store, arms folded across her chest, a little smile on her face, waiting. It's amazing how well she knows me.
"Hi!" I opened, my friendliest smile on my face. She grunted an acknowledgment at me, continuing to search through her purse.
"I was wondering what you were planning to do with the extra money you'll have in your paychecks next month." She finally stopped and looked up at me, confusion warring with disdain and irritation. "Huh?" she boldly quipped at me.
"Well, we'll all be seeing bigger paychecks starting this month, as the tax breaks for the poor and middle class kick in from the stimulus. Our payroll taxes are being cut, and we'll all be keeping more of our money." She stared at me. "Didn't you know?"
I waited for a response, but did not receive one, so I plowed onward. "I saw your bumper sticker, so I was wondering if you planned to send the extra cash you'll be getting back to the government. Or are you planning to give it away to your co-workers, or friends, or neighbors?"
She finally reacted. "What are you talking about?"
"Your bumper sticker says 'we can keep the change' so I was wondering what you planned to do with the tax cut money you'll be receiving as part of that change you don't want?"
"Leave me alone," she muttered, and swept past me. I let it go, as I don't want to harass past the legal limit. I collected my now openly grinning wife, and we proceeded to shop. We passed the lady once; she ignored us, and we did the same.
It felt good, smacking around a ditto-head who obviously has no clue as to what is actually going on in our country.
But I asked her an honest question, and I still want an answer: Will she, and the rest of the wackos out there, give up their tax breaks, and, you know, actually and substantively refuse to participate in the change Mr. Obama is bringing?
Will they send back the tax cut?
Will they refuse to send their child to a re-built school? Or not drive on the new roads and bridges?
Or reject new medical treatments based on stem cell research?
Inquiring minds want to know...