I’ve moved from mad, to disappointed. Actually, I’ve stepped down from being so-mad-steam-was-coming-out-of-my-ears-and-tears-out-of-my-eyes, to physically taken aback with sadness toward the current, and for the future state of our nation.
April 15th is the same day year after year – tax day. At some households it’s a day to rejoice because you’re getting something back that you’re rightfully owed, but others it’s a sad or infuriating day.
Wednesday, I posted this photo on my personal Instagram account and the caption is accurate. Jimmy and I felt like we had just attended the funeral of a great friend. That friend just happened to be our hard-earned money.
Did Jimmy and I cringe at how much we had to pay the IRS on Wednesday? Yes, we did. We hated it because, for us, we really feel like “Where is this really going to go? It isn’t going to touch our national debt. It isn’t going to do this, and it isn’t going to do that. What did we just pay thousands of dollars to?”
We’ll, I guess we paid to be United States Citizens and with that, we’re entitled to an opinion.
I am a feeler and a lover. I love hard and because I love hard, I feel even harder and in those feelings, honestly comes. This personal honesty that I’m feeling right now, might not be aligned with your views, or your feelings and that’s fine because we live in the land of the free and the brave, but for me, I feel as though I’m living in a country, community, and society that’s no longer brave.
If you know anything about me, at one time, politics was my first love. I loved the process – the candidate running on personal principals and being voted upon by those they would be representing. I wore my campaign pins proudly and loved going door-to-door, touting about the current candidate I was supporting. I spent my volunteer hours helping local, state, and national candidates in their efforts and even served on some very high profile Presidential campaigns and even held a position with the White House Advance Team.
I was young then and, really, didn’t have much personal responsibility. Sure, I paid my own bills, but I didn’t really understand what it was like to be a grown-up adult, paying taxes, seeing bills come in that you’re afraid you can’t pay, etc. I wasn’t dealing with the anxious feelings of what’s to come concerning future jobs, or dealing of the pain associated with a family dream you once had and now are feeling as if it’s unattainable.
Now, I no longer see Democrat, Republican, Independent, Mountain Party. I only see what our country is lacking and what kind of leader we need to turn this thing around.
When looking toward a new administration, here’s who I’ll be supporting.
I will be supporting someone who believes in my Lord and Savior because without Him, I am nothing.
I will be supporting someone who doesn’t see limitations in people, but only sees a nation full of limitless people. That painted vision – with programs and incentives to back it up – can change the direction we’re headed, and as I can see it, we’re headed down a black tunnel with no end in sight.
I will be supporting someone who believes in empowering their communities, states, and nation as a whole, not just appeasing them with a little pat and a “Oh, you’ll get through it” support line.
I will be supporting someone who will not only stand up, but take action against leaders of countries that are innocently killing our men and women. I will no longer stand for someone continuing their vacation while beheadings take place and families are ripped apart. I’ll no longer stand alongside an apathetic leader who has a “if it doesn’t directly affect him, he’s not concerned” attitude.
I‘ll be supporting someone who takes pride in their position as the Leader of the Free World and understands that that position affords he or she the opportunity to represent all Americans, not just the ones he or she likes, or feels deserves the White House’s help.
I will be supporting someone who believes in love and not tolerance.
And, I will be supporting someone who actually hears me – my concerns, my ideas – rather than the single one(s) that’s just the loudest and shoves everyone around until they get their way. I want someone who has a backbone and isn’t afraid to stand up to any interest group if their direction or wants are misguided.
I’ll be supporting someone who loves my state and my country and wants to restore its people. That restoration has to start with jobs and a major shakeup, instead of more state and federal programs that are being looked at and treated as retirement.
I will be supporting someone who will implement welfare assistances programs with strict guidelines. Welfare is not a pass to collect couch time. It’s for those who have hit a rough patch, need some help to get on their feet, and get on with their life. It should be an encouragement program, not an entitlement program. It’s not a retirement plan, but the sad thing is that now it’s so easy to be on, what’s the incentive to better yourself? I will be supporting someone who has the same fed-up attitude toward this inactivity as I do. It’s about time we see a turn around!
And on that note, I will be supporting someone who values marriage and doesn’t punish individuals that are on state or federal programs (and need it) from being able to continue those benefits even when married, or remarrying.
I will be supporting someone who encourages and empowers others to take advantage of their own life – someone who will break generational curses.
I will be supporting someone who will spend a portion of the budget for a program solely made up of people providing nationwide surveillance of those on Social Security Disability. This is a system that’s being abused in a huge way and I will support someone who will find and prosecute those who have lied about and abused their award.
And I will be supporting someone who will offer a “phase off” Social Security Disability program where individuals who are progressing from their injury will be able to return to work, or will be forced to do so, rather than just trying to re-injure themselves to stay on the couch.
I will be supporting someone who will enact nationwide child abuse laws, setting punishments high for those who are found guilty. No more of this state punishing to this extent and this state giving a slap on the hand. Our children deserve better and if the punishments are harsh – which they should be – maybe these offenders will think twice.
I will be supporting someone who demands income tax to be fair. “Spreading the wealth” is no longer working. 50+ percent of most states are welfare recipients, so the middle-class is actually now the lower-class and they’re getting taken to the cleaners in taxes.
I will be supporting someone who incentives those who work to continue to do so. Not punish them for pounding the pavement every day in hopes to have something to show for their hard work.
I will be supporting someone who incentives the small business owners to cultivate their businesses, rather than punishing them because they’re self-employed and allowing them to keep $4.00 out of every $10.00 they make. I want our nation to prosper. I want better for our people.
Jimmy and I both grew up in families where your worth was measured by your accomplishments. Not worldly accomplishments – medals, awards, prestige – but by what you got done that day. “Collecting couch time” isn’t something we do in our house because we don’t have time, and if we did, we would feel guilty. You may call our upbringing a curse, but we call it a blessing because when we hit hard times, we got to work figuring out how we were going to get past this.
I remember when we decided as a family that I would step down from my Mary Kay position, that was a really hard time. That leadership position afforded me a decent wage, along with a vehicle. Jimmy was in nursing school, only working part-time, and we weren’t sure what we were going to do. So what did I do? I drove down to Athens to apply for a job. I didn’t care if it was waitressing, working retail, or stocking at a grocery store, I wasn’t going to let our family be negatively affected by a mutual decision that was made.
At that time, I’m sure we could have qualified for some sort of assistance program, but I had been raised that those types of programs were for those who really needed them, not those who just didn’t want to work. Nowadays if you had detailed that same situation with most other young couples, they wouldn’t have been pounding on the doors of local businesses looking for work….because, what’s the incentive?
Jimmy and I both work in good jobs, but we’re far from millionaires. Our home is full of furniture purchased at yard and estates sales. We drive used cars and we try to put a little money back from each paycheck into savings. We contribute to our church, to our World Vision child’s future, and hope to go on a dinner and movie date once a month. We don’t take lavish vacations, and if we did, we budgeted and saved. We live as though we make very little because we get to keep very little of what we make. That’s the price the “working-class” pays for putting in 5:30am to 9:00pm days, and right now, all I can hear is that country song “That change in your pocket going jing-a-ling-a-ling” and thinking, “Yeah, that’s about all that’s left.” Something’s got to change.
So today, we’re learning lessons. We’re looking at each other and trying to “live on love.” We have a stocked fridge, food in the cabinets, clothes in the closet, and a warm bed to sleep in. It could be worse….much, much worse…..but our future and our nation’s future is at stake here and something’s got to change.
This time around, I’m voting for Change….but it just happens to be the exact opposite from Obama’s “Change” philosophies.