Thursday, March 17, 2011

Cancelling a Boy's Dream

Two years ago, we missed the airshow at the local Air Force base.  The weather was utter crap, and we figured we'd just go to the next one.  See, our boy was just getting into jets and the like, and we figured waiting one year wouldn't kill him.  Problem was, there wasn't a show the next year.  Oh, bad Mommy and Daddy!  We managed to get him to a markedly smaller show one state over, but it wasn't the same. 

2011?  That was going to be different.  The big Air Force base show was going to be back, it was all laid out and pre-announced.  And oh, our boy was excited!  Even with our (hopefully) impending move cross-country, he was going to see the BIG airshow!

And then he wasn't.

Due to the current budget-busting bagger fever, our airshow has been cancelled.  Kaput. Gone.  Just another thing those miserable twats have done to screw up our life and make our world just a little uglier.  "Budgetary concerns."  I have to ask--how much does an airshow cost?  Okay, now how much does it cost to keep lobbyists on the payroll?  Or, hey, here's one--how much does it cost to keep flipping tax cuts to rich people?

Or here we go--how much does a fucking war cost?  A war we lied our way into, a war not meant to protect American interests (or even "spread democracy"), but rather a grudge match and an oil snatch?  How much is that still costing us?  Because I have an idea--let's cancel a war instead, and have all the airshows we want.  Heck, stop two wars and we won't just have money for airshows, we'll have money for danged near everything we want. 

And yes, I know the air show cancellation isn't really about money, but rather about the appearance of frugality.  Because around here, it's all about appearance rather than substance.

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