I’m tired. So very tired. Tired of being in this mess. Tired of people telling me about all my entitlements–things the government “gives” me–when in fact I earned them. Tired of being treated like I’m a bum–a drunken bum at that–looking for a handout.

In my healthy days, I paid taxes and worked days, nights, and weekends as a volunteer to build the “community chesty” at the D.C. Public Library–a chest from which much was stolen by the “already haves” leaving little for the have-nots. And there are those in times of poor health who often contribute more than younger and stronger fellow citizens.

You know what else? Insinuating that I ask too much from taxpayers taxes me!