Former New York Mayor Rudy Giuliani on Friday defended corporate bonuses, saying that cutting them also means slashing jobs in the Big Apple.
"If you somehow take that bonus out of the economy, it really will create unemployment," he said on CNN's "American Morning." "It means less spending in restaurants, less spending in department stores, so everything has an impact."
Ugh! What the hell kind of idiot do you think we are?! Most working Americans don't even get a bonus at their job. I really don't understand how not getting a bonus would create unemployment. They're still getting paid for doing their job. They can afford more than the average American can. What the hell!
Politicians discuss me.
But cheers to the senator from Missouri for introducing a bill to put a cap on exec pay. Execs should not make more than the president and they should not be taking advantage of tax payers for bailing them out by giving themselves a big fat bonus.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Super-Tacular
My boyfriend asked me a few days ago what I would name a party so I said "Super-Tacular." Well, that name of the party just happens to be my birthday party that he is throwing on February 26 on his club night at Phoenix Lounge. :) I love that man of mine. I'm not one to do such things for myself so it was very sweet of him to do this. I was under the impression that it would be a regular club night for him and then he does this. Yep. He's a keeper.
Last night was his club night and the usual number of people showed up. I opted to stay home. Just as well, I slept well enough but kept waking up throughout the night. Lance has realized that now that he has lost his job, he has time to do a lot of things that he hasn't been able to do. In fact, I think he gets more done than he does at work.
In any case, we have a funeral to attend on Tuesday in Salem. His great-aunt passed away. I think I met her once or twice. Nice lady.
Last night was his club night and the usual number of people showed up. I opted to stay home. Just as well, I slept well enough but kept waking up throughout the night. Lance has realized that now that he has lost his job, he has time to do a lot of things that he hasn't been able to do. In fact, I think he gets more done than he does at work.
In any case, we have a funeral to attend on Tuesday in Salem. His great-aunt passed away. I think I met her once or twice. Nice lady.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Blag-of-Wind
I am glad that Illinois impeached their governor. Very glad. He tried to create a media circus but only ended up looking like an idiot. I believe that he did wrong, he's a snake. Sure he didn't sell Obama's Senate seat but he still talked about it. And to think that he considered Oprah for the seat. HA! I am sure that would have went very well with the state had he offered up her name.
I just find him disgusting. Every time I see his name mentioned, I can't help but roll my eyes. Every time I hear him talk and protest his innocence, I can't help but humph in disguist.
Nothing gets to me like corrupt government. It's another reason why I don't talk politics. It ticks me off. I also don't talk religion with religious people because I find that most of them are close-minded. Can you not believe and yet be open to other beliefs? Perhaps if we were all like this, we wouldn't have people killing and dying in the name of God.
I just find him disgusting. Every time I see his name mentioned, I can't help but roll my eyes. Every time I hear him talk and protest his innocence, I can't help but humph in disguist.
Nothing gets to me like corrupt government. It's another reason why I don't talk politics. It ticks me off. I also don't talk religion with religious people because I find that most of them are close-minded. Can you not believe and yet be open to other beliefs? Perhaps if we were all like this, we wouldn't have people killing and dying in the name of God.
Firsties
With MySpace becoming a convoluted mess and Facebook already a mess with all those damn applications, I have decided that I just need a blog space for my blogging pleasure. I don't need stupid "You're my Pet" applications or "Join my Mafia" applications. No, thank you!
I have always said that my life can be a sitcom. Ever since I started going out with my boyfriend, we have been in one adventure after another. Sometimes I wonder how boring my life would be had I stuck to the safe road. When we had initially started going out, one of my specifications was that my man would be a college graduate, good job, and no kids.
While he had a good job, he also had a son and had not even attended college classes. He caught me though and I wouldn't change any of that for anything in the world. He was your quintessential rehabilitated bad boy. I think that was what attracted me to him. He did his bad boy things and when I met him, he was turning his life around. Every girl wants to be the one who can change the bad boy. Or at least be the reason for his change. While that was a flattering thought, I'm realistic enough to know that you can't make a person change for you. I didn't want to change anyone.
We are into the 7th year of our relationship with many tales to tell. Like the only time we held Epidural 2 in a rock quarry in the Mt. Hood Forest. My boyfriend, Lance, thought it would be a great idea to sleep under the stars. We would just lay on our airmattress underneath our screen tent. Bad idea. An ant bit me on my bottom lip in the morning and as the day progressed, my lip swelled to the size of a sausage link. It was horrendously groutesque. Fortunately, by nightfall, when people started to arrive, the swelling had gone down significantly but I sported an Angelina Jolie pout for the next three weeks.
By myself, nothing really interesting happens. With my boyfriend, I find myself in situations that are sometimes unbelieveable. This blog is meant to document such things and it's an outlet for my own daily aggravations. I don't care who reads it. I don't care if it is cool. It is mostly for me.
I have always said that my life can be a sitcom. Ever since I started going out with my boyfriend, we have been in one adventure after another. Sometimes I wonder how boring my life would be had I stuck to the safe road. When we had initially started going out, one of my specifications was that my man would be a college graduate, good job, and no kids.
While he had a good job, he also had a son and had not even attended college classes. He caught me though and I wouldn't change any of that for anything in the world. He was your quintessential rehabilitated bad boy. I think that was what attracted me to him. He did his bad boy things and when I met him, he was turning his life around. Every girl wants to be the one who can change the bad boy. Or at least be the reason for his change. While that was a flattering thought, I'm realistic enough to know that you can't make a person change for you. I didn't want to change anyone.
We are into the 7th year of our relationship with many tales to tell. Like the only time we held Epidural 2 in a rock quarry in the Mt. Hood Forest. My boyfriend, Lance, thought it would be a great idea to sleep under the stars. We would just lay on our airmattress underneath our screen tent. Bad idea. An ant bit me on my bottom lip in the morning and as the day progressed, my lip swelled to the size of a sausage link. It was horrendously groutesque. Fortunately, by nightfall, when people started to arrive, the swelling had gone down significantly but I sported an Angelina Jolie pout for the next three weeks.
By myself, nothing really interesting happens. With my boyfriend, I find myself in situations that are sometimes unbelieveable. This blog is meant to document such things and it's an outlet for my own daily aggravations. I don't care who reads it. I don't care if it is cool. It is mostly for me.
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