I’m a Curmudgeon!

Posted November 9th, 2012 by Jim Ettwein

 Curmudgeon.  Merriam Webster defines it:

archaic: miser : a crusty, ill-tempered, and usually old man

I’ve become one. I’m unhappy with what’s happening to America.  In the 10-15 years I have left I’ll be content to be difficult about things that are going on.  Oh, and I can stop giving to charity.  Obama will take care of us all.

Think of the money and time I can save:

  • No need to ring the bell for the Salvation Army that I do every Christmas.  The SA’s probably irrelevant now.
  • No need to donate turkeys to the church to deliver to needy families at Thanksgiving.  Obama will feed them.
  • No need to make sloppy joes for Rosie’s Place each month.  I’m sure Obama will provide for them.
  • No need to collect from neighbors for the Leukemia Society each year.  Obamacare will take care of them.
  • No need to donate blood any more.
  • No need to donate used items to the Household Goods Recycling Ministry. 
  • No need to give as much to my chruch’s charities.  I’m sure Obama will provide what they need.
  • Samaritan’s Purse for poor kids Christmas gifts?  Nah.  Obama will come down their chimney.  I’m sure of it.
  • UNICEF?  Nope.
  • Local food bank.  Not necessary.  They should have government EBT cards.  Why do they need my help.
  • Shriners Hospitals.  Nope. Obamacare rendered them useless.
  • Habitat for Humanity.  Useless.  Just like Obama’s aunt, they can live in public housing.

Ok, I won’t stop all these things.  And others.  They make my life more complete by helping others.  Substituting the government for them is not fulfilling to me.  Oh, and does anyone believe that the government does these things because they care?  Grow up.  They do it because those people will keep voting them in.

 As for being a curmudgeon?  Let me know how I’m doing. rr

One Response to “I’m a Curmudgeon!”

  1. Joe Moe

    I believe I can sum up the criticism to you statements by quoting the Catholic archibishop Dom Helder Camara, “When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why they are poor, they call me a communist.”