To Bite the Hand that Feeds You

While not getting too political here, I must share what I witnessed yesterday.

At our monthly seniors meeting and luncheon at the local Baptist church, the discussion cautiously got into political territory. I waited for the accusations. "It is the government's fault," I heard. Then almost in the same breath, the accuser asked, "Now what is the phone number of the Council on the Aging that will come out and pick you up to take you to an appointment?"

Bet he had his Medicare and Social Security cards in his breast pocket, too.

Enough said.