Apparently, when one pisses off most of the nation with a stupid-ass proposal to charge veterans' private insurance for care of injuries sustained in combat, and the entire country throws up the the bullshit flag, one backs down. The White House released a big "Psyche!!!" after deciding maybe that wasn't such a good idea.
There is still the point that the President even proposed this idea. Speaks volumes, eh? All of the, "it wasn't him, it was his advisers" can cry me a friggen river, mmmm-kay? You can't proclaim that he's a wonderful leader, then turn around and use the old "it wasn't his idea" poop-scuse. If he were, in fact, a wonderful leader he'd have given a melvin to the guy that shoved this proposal his way, and left a flaming bag of poo on his front porch. Well, that's what I would have done. Perhaps that's why I'm not the leader of this GREAT nation. It is still great. I don't care what anyone else says.
K, I'm done with my little jig on the soapbox.
I'm in a stellar mood today. Not sure why. Oh wait, I DO know why:
the bane of my existence my boss is out of town till next week!!! Of course, he's on a trip to New York, that The Dude actually won for the company. Nice eh? Oh, oh! While he's away, The Dude and I get to care for his super high maintenance dogs. Seriously. One of the dogs requires a, twice daily, baby wipe-bath. You have to rub the sucker down with a baby wipe and then spray anti-itch stuff all over it. These aren't small dogs either. They're full sized boxers. Fun times.