Pawlenty is a disingenuous schmuck

Governor Pawlenty was on the radio this morning talking about various issues.

When taxes were brought up - specifically the study that pointed out the discrepancy in tax percentages (those above $275K pay 7% in taxes, those below $25K pay 11%) - he dodged like the weasel he is.
And he didn't get called on it.
What did he do? He started spouting numbers. But they were irrelevant numbers to what was ASKED.
"The top 10% of wage earners are responsible for over 38% of the state's revenue."
Okay. And?
Considering the top 10% of wage earners are billionaires likely, that doesn't seem like they're really feeling the pinch there. Taking $100K (or whatever) from someone who takes home over a billion just doesn't get much sympathy from me.

He made a valid point that top earning entrepreneurs are leaving the state because of our high taxes. But that just proves to my screaming liberal mind that we need to make taxes consistent across states.

Then.

When asked about how to explain the war to children he said, "There's someone over there who can hurt us. He's got something like a knife or a gun. And we have to take it away from him before he hurts us with it."

Mmmmmokay...

How about a more accurate metaphor?

There's a kid over there who might have a knife. We've searched his locker, his car, his jacket but can't find it. We did find a spoon. Based on that, and the fact that he hangs around with the wrong kids, we just know he has a knife. And we're going to expell him from school to make sure it's safe for us.

Of course, in today's panic-ridden, rights-stealing McCarthyistic society - that's not such a far-fetched metaphor.
But it's certainly a more accurate one.

Beware My Powers!

One of the lawyers I work for just did jazz hands.

I'm not kidding.

I continue to be too old for this

Damn, but I am so tired. It's not like I'm out THAT late for tech week.
I think I may just be rundown overall.

It's not the show - it's the pace I keep doing the show and everything else I do!

Last night's run through went mostly well. Things are improving nightly.
They decided to pull the body mics since they apparently make us sound tinny and flat. So, we're going au natural for the show. Which is fine with me because mic headgear inevitably makes my ears hurt.

EXCEPT that I get to have a hand-held cordless mic. Because "Turn Back O Man" is such a low song and they want to make sure the whole house hears it. (I mean, it's low even for an alto. Which technically I'm not.) I can belt with the best of them, but drop me down to a low G and it gets bunches harder.

So - I get to be a rock star! Or at least a lounge singer. {grin}

Virginia got all stressed and teary about what a terrible dancer she is last night. Except she's not. She's just a non-dancer. Who actually has good instincts. And she thanked me profusely (again) for being so nice to her. It's like she's shocked that someone who has dance talent wouldn't get impatient with someone who doesn't. Either she's spent too much time around John Command or she really did hear terrible things about me. Good heavens! (Or she could just have a real insecurity about it.)

Got home and Monte was dead asleep. I tried poking him awake to make him talk to me but I failed. He did, however, succeed in waking ME this morning to tell me that he's missed me. (Due to early calls, I've been going directly to rehearsal from work. So, we "see" each other in the morning and at night: when I'm asleep and he's asleep.)

[There's a coupla people on top of the building across the way again. It always weirds me out to look out my 25th floor window and see people standing around.]

Got a prezzie from Pisces today!! Shirley Bassey's Greatest Hits! You are all jealous and must envy me.