I have been getting into some heated debates with people I know and love, who THINK they know what is in the bill and what isn’t. I say, even a lot of the congressmen and senators who voted for or against it don’t even know what’s in it. The dang thing is “at least” 1580 pages and growing. So, because I have talked til I’m blue in the face and only accomplished alienating and angering people, I am supplying the link here where you can go and read it at your leisure: The Stimulus Package. I am on page 440 of it, and my eyes are crossing, but I am determined to read the whole thing. Boring!
I WANT to be knowledgeable of what is going on. I have never read a bill this large before, but I have read several bills that have interested me in the past. It has been eye-opening sometimes to read what is in these things. Like The Patriot Act for instance. Wow.
As of yet, I can report that I have NOT found the line or sentence that reads “money for young women to go to foreign countries to get their abortions” as one person dear to my heart screamed at me, and called me a very vile name, before hanging up on me. If I do find that provision in this bill, I will call that person and let them know how very right they were. Until then, though, I am not in the mood to argue with people over a bill that has already passed, that they have not read, and their only knowledge of it comes from watching C-Span night and day. That they believe is the beginning of the end of the world as we know it.
I may or may not agree with any and or all of the provisions of this bill. I may or may not benefit from it. I may or may not like any or all of the politicians who are in office now. But, I think I have the right to agree or not, I have the right to benefit or not, I have the right to like politicians or not. And I don’t think that anyone else on the face of the earth has the right to tell me I’m stupid for what I believe. Or don’t believe.
As a rule, I generally try not to talk about politics with most people. What I believe or don’t believe is my business. But sometimes it comes up in conversation, and before I can get away or hang up the phone, it gets ugly. I really don’t want that to happen. So, take the time to read the bill. If you want to talk to me about it after that, ok. Maybe I’ll have finished reading it by then, too.