Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Little wonder that I'm a socialist.

Money. Money. Money. One needs money in order to survive. Or to live decently. Some amount of money. Maybe some people do it with small amounts. My son, for instance. He sort of lives hand to mouth. Doesn't save much. Might even be broke at times. From his perspective, maybe he does live decently. Because he enjoys nature. Being outdoors. And he can still be reasonably happy in relative squalor. By taking advantage of things that are more or less free. I'd not want to live totally his way. But I suppose I could. If I had to. It's all relative. I live in the same neighborhood has multi-millionaires. Rich people. Very rich. They may look at me as I look at my son. Living in relative squalor. But I'm happy. Very happy. Because I live the way I wanna live. Half the year in Sardinia. With my Italian true love. And I have a decent home here in Minnesota. On a lake. With a nice view. Especially of the sunsets. In the evening. Because I'm looking west out of my window. Directly across the lake. Covered by ice and snow now. But in the summer, beautiful sunsets not only color the sky, but reflect off the still water. Makes me feel blessed. And lucky. Especially since I have good health. That's another important thing. I'd rather have good health than lots of money. If I felt miserable physically and mentally, the money wouldn't do much good. That's why I'm for affordable health care. For everyone. Rich and poor alike. My son tells me he recently had a knee replacement. Yes, an artificial knee. I wonder how he could afford it. But apparently he qualified for some kind of assistance. Welfare, I suppose. And I like that. Makes me think a little better of the American health care system. Maybe a practical benefit of so-called Obamacare. In my world, everybody that needs a knee replacement should get it. Yes, socialized medicine. They also should get a good education. Socialized education. And when they retire, they should have social security. Yes, a socialized retirement. Little wonder that I'm a socialist. And proud of it. --Jim Broede

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