Hell of an Idea...

The title of this e-mail was, "hell of an idea..."

I would like to hear what you guys think about it. Because "we the people-" should also have a say in what goes on, Mainstree or Wallstreet.
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The Birk Economic Recovery Plan
An outstanding plan!
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I'm against the $85,000,000,000.00 bailout of AIG.
Instead, I'm in favor of giving $85,000,000,000 to America.
A " We Deserve It Dividend."
To make the math simple, let's assume there are 200,000,000 bonafide U.S. Citizens 18+.
Our population is about 301,000,000 +/- counting every man, womanand child. So 200,000,000 might be a fair stab at adults 18 and up..So divide 200 million adults 18+ into $85 billon that equals $425,000.00.
My plan is to give $425,000 to every person 18+ a "Dividend." Of course, it would NOT be tax free. So let's assume a tax rate of 30%. Every individual 18+ has to pay $127,500.00 in taxes. That sends $25,500,000,000 right back to Uncle Sam. But it means that every adult 18+ has $297,500.00 in their pocket. A husband and wife has $595,000.00. What would you do with $297,500.00 to $595,000.00 in your family?
Pay off your mortgage - housing crisis solved.
Repay college loans - what a great boost to new grads
Put away money for college - it'll be there
Save in a bank - create money to loan to entrepreneurs.
Buy a new car - create jobs
Invest in the market - capital drives growth
Pay for your parent's medical insurance - health care improves
Enable Deadbeat Dads to come clean - or else
Remember this is for every adult U S Citizen 18+ including the folks who lost their jobs at Lehman Brothers and every other companythat is cutting back. And of course, for those serving in our Armed Forces. If we're going to re-distribute wealth let's really do it...instead of
trickling out a puny $1000.00 ( 'vote buy' ) economic incentive that is being proposed by
one of our candidates for President.
If we're going to do an $85 billion bailout, let's bail out every adult U S Citizen 18+!
As for AIG - liquidate it. Sell off its parts. Let American General go back to being American General. Sell off the real estate. Let the private sector bargain hunters cut it up and clean it up.
Here's my rationale. We deserve it and AIG doesn't.
Sure it's a crazy idea that can 'never work.'
But can you imagine the Coast-To-Coast Block Party!
How do you spell Economic Boom?
I trust my fellow adult Americans to know how to use the $85 Billion "We Deserve It Dividend" more than I do the geniuses at AIG or in Washington DC .
And remember, The Birk plan only really costs $59.5 Billion because $25.5 Billion is returned instantly in taxes to Uncle Sam.
Ahhh...I feel so much better getting that off my chest.
Kindest personal regards,
Birk
T. J. Birkenmeier, A Creative Guy & Citizen
PS: Feel free to pass this along to your pals as it's either good for a laugh or a tear or a very sobering thought on how to best use $85 Billion!!

Stupid People... doing good! :)

I was being friends with michael phelps-

and you all know how much i Love him right?

he was making an apperance at a boys and girls club when i noticed an odd slogan...

It says - We Prepare Youth to do Life.

I'll let you decide.

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Take care of eachother, and, God Bless you All. Always.

AmyK, (and the whole king family)

"Country Road"

Country road, Take me home, to the place I belong..

Not West Virginia, but Somewhere north of Florida and south of the Mason-Dixon line. I admitted to myself long ago that South Florida isn't the spot for me. But because I love the boyfriend, I duty on. Good girlfriends, Friends, Wives husbands Children alike- we all kinda soldier on. Like ducks falling in so much midway shooting gallery, we ping and snap to attention on command. It's a quality not often seen in people on 'this generation.' We don't always keep our promises and wash our hands of things before our hands are really that dirty. Dedication to something, anything, is uncommon. I think that is why when we see people with a dedicated path or profession, it fascinates us. Its that one thing that should make us awe and wonder for our parents and grand parents, their parents who suffered through trials we would roll our eyes at today.

I'd like to take - Letter writing- for example. My Mother's Father - was a soldier in WWII. He, like all dutiful & loving husbands, wrote letters to my Grandmother. Weeks and months went by with no word and no comfort from the father of her 6 children. There was no 'I love you' sent by text message from the other side of the world. There was nothing but the sharp unknown. A void filled with worry laced with sorrow spiked with hope. (Three feelings that hardly come together for good these days. ) The times between letters were anxious times. But when the letters arrived, Oh the joy. The Relief, the exhale, the tears and the sharing of laughter. The exchange of hearts and minds. But- it was the dedication to the love that they shared that made the good times great, and the lonely times bearable. I don't know someone today who goes more than a few hours or days at the most, without talking to the people they hold closest. Even Military wives are video conferencing and emailing their husbands every day. Some even know where their loved ones are stationed every day. An idea that would have eased minds in our grand-generation's.. But the Letter... letter kept everyone together. Letter writing is arcane now a-days, It makes you seem old fashioned if you put pen to paper. Something you would hate to have to do. Can you get dedicated to something as simple as writing a letter? I recently made a promise to my godmother to keep in better contact with her. I write her every few weeks, and she writes me. We don't call or email. But we communicate with each other vividly and profoundly.

Yeah, I can get dedicated to something. I hope it's something good - like going to church or training for a triathlon or saving money. That'd be great. But for now, and the foreseeable future, I'm dedicated to making life livable here in the new city. North of Miami, South of Civilization. I hope we can make a move that we're both happy with soon. Because I'm afraid of what is going to happen when the music stops, and we're all we have... are we that dedicated to each other?

Full Metal Jacket

Full Metal Jacket. *bling*
It was the night of the Olympic Basketball - Gold Medal game. So you know I'd been awake for almost two weeks of late night Shananagens and Olympic Good stuff with all the Michael Phelps and Boys Gymanstics and all... when the boyfriend decides it would be a great idea to snoogle up in bed and tuck into some "Full Metal Jacket." Yes. 'what is your major malfunction? you climb obstacles like old people fuck..aint war hell? Me so Horny - me love you long time, my corps, your corps, we all love, marine coprs' full metal jacket. I didn't think I could have gotten more disturbed about death- but there is a new low. I know, I was in it. I thought the worst thing I could have watched after mom died was "Steel Magnoilas." God help me, I knew better than to watch that. I did get 40 seconds into Shelby telling her mom she was pregnant that I lost my mind. Literally lost whatever hold I had on my oh so fragile state of wellness. I can't watch alot of stuff for this reason. I've been doing alot of video game/youtube to escape. And -Sports, Olympics- Praise the Maker- distraction. So you know how great I was. Was, until Private Pile and 2:30Am. I twisted desperatly into this ball of raw nerve and tender rage. I get scared. who the heck doesnt get scared about it. Now, I'm scared and angry, Rethinking the moments before 'it' happened. I say that now. "IT" the Moment, The Big Chill.
I can't even talk about it. So I watched the movie. I boiled and scratched, ground my teeth and lay in my own sweat. (Of course Jason fell asleep. Jerk) And I thought about alot of stuff. I think I made it over a mental hurdle- I felt like clogged river, finally punched a tiny bit thru some mud wall and the stream washed away the rest. I can't help but to remember standing in front of everyone, talking about how mom wanted us to live and dream and love. This quote is always on the tip of my nose. "what lay behind and what lay ahead do not compare to what lay inside." What is inside of me? I stayed up all night, watching basketball. We won if you didnt hear. It was a not a game, it was an instant classic- it was hard for them.. it was hard for us to watch, it was a lesson in perservere. I stayed up all night. Do you even remember the last time you stayed up until the sun rose- pushed thru the sleep into the next day. I carried on Sunday with a renewed sense of self. God Truly blessed me with a strong mind. It's time I put that strong thing to use. Mind or body or spirit or home or life or just Myspace..There is a river breaking through- I don't know where I'm going. But I can Paddle, and I can swim. I'm ok with daydreaming about what is coming next for me. I'm dreaming about Michael Phelps and the what-if's. -what if the only way he can do it is by being superhuman- then he starts becoming superhuman. Willing himself into what he wants and needs to be.. Why can't we all? So, I had a truly superhuman day today. True. Super. Gold Medal. Gold Star. Full of pride. Full of hope. Full Metal Jacket.