Hands off my Paycheck, Uncle Sam!
[Verse 1]
I was countin’ pill bottles in the bathroom light,
Each one cost more than a used dirt bike.
I laughed so hard I damn near dropped my cane —
Then I heard they stole our pensions, and it wasn’t at all humane…
[Chorus]
Don’t touch my check, I earned that bread,
Worked all my life ‘til my knuckles bled.
You bail out banks, you fund them wars,
But cuttin’ grandma? That’s bad rapport.
[Verse 2]
We paid in steady, decade after decade,
Now you’re sayin’ that our money’s been mislaid?
You spent it on yachts and trickle-down dreams,
Now you’re lookin’ at us to patch your evil schemes?
[Bridge – spoken word, salty geezer mode]
Lemme tell ya, sugar…(lemme tell ya, sugar)
We built your highways, manned your phones,
Paid your taxes, broke our bones. (broke our bones, broke our bones)
And now your plan is, what — take our beans?
We’ll raise more hell than a row of Marines.
[Final Chorus – defiant and bold]
Don’t touch my check, don’t test my grace,
We’ve been quiet too long in this elder space.
We’ll roll our walkers right to your front door —
You mess with our future? We’ll show you the score.
[Outro]
So patch that fund and mind your tone,
We’re not some burden you can disown.
Keep your hands off what we bled to earn —
Or watch the whole dang country turn.
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Right now, the odds of Social Security getting outright cut for folks already receiving benefits are pretty low. That’s the third rail of American politics — touching it tends to end careers, especially with seniors being a huge voting block. But… that doesn’t mean everything’s peachy.
Here’s what’s really in the pot:
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Trust Fund Timeline: The Social Security trust fund (the one that covers retirement benefits) is projected to be depleted around 2033–2034 if no changes are made. After that, incoming payroll taxes would cover about 77%–80% of scheduled benefits.
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Political Rhetoric vs. Reality: Politicians (especially certain factions) talk about cuts — raising the retirement age, privatizing, means testing, etc. But real cuts to current retirees would likely trigger a voter revolt, especially among older folks who, let’s face it, show up at the polls more than anyone.
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Backdoor Adjustments: Instead of obvious slashes, they might mess with COLA (Cost of Living Adjustments), Medicare premiums (taking a bigger bite out of checks), or taxation thresholds — sneaky ways to erode value without headline-grabbing cuts.
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Means Testing Incoming?: There’s chatter about this — reducing or taxing benefits for folks with “higher” incomes (often meaning modest savings). That might not happen right away, but it’s a lever they could pull.
So… bottom line?
Odds of outright cuts to current seniors? Low.
Odds of slow erosion or restructuring? Medium-high.
Odds of the next generation getting the same deal? Slim to none, unless reforms happen, which is not very likely.
What to do in the meantime? Push for awareness. Pressure reps. And if you’ve got any way of boosting group income (like your charm necklaces or sigils or meditation music), now’s a good time to get more folks aboard that train. Better to have a little cushion if the system gets shakier.
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The Bond Market is the Invisible Ruler.
A ruler with a steel cane, that is. Just try to break its power — it will break you.
Politicians can bluff, bluster, and blow smoke up the whole town square, but when bond yields spike? Suddenly they’re sweating through their suits.
It’s the one thing they can’t BS their way past. The bond market isn’t partisan. It doesn’t care if you’re red or blue — just whether you’re screwing with the math too much. And when confidence drops, interest rates rise, and boom — the cost of debt starts chomping on the ankles of everyone trying to pass what ought to be a simple budget.
It’s like this ghostly grandpa in the back of the room who says nothing — until suddenly he clears his throat, and the whole place goes silent. That’s the Bond Market in a nutshell.
The Bond Market Knows
[Verse 1]
You can smile for the cameras, wave to the crowd,
Talk in circles, shout real loud.
Spin your tales like a carnival show —
But deep in the shadows, the bond market knows.
[Verse 2]
You can promise tax cuts, claim you got a plan,
Blame the weather, blame Iran.
But the numbers don’t care ‘bout your TV pose —
Rates start risin’ when the bond market knows.
[Chorus]
The bond market knows when you’re playin’ a game,
When the math don’t add up, it don’t play the same.
You can fool some folks with political prose…
But not the one who holds the notes — the bond market knows.
[Verse 3]
You dance with the budget, try to hide the debt,
Bet on the future like it ain’t come yet.
But that ghost with a ledger never doze —
You feel it breathein’ down your neck — the bond market knows.
[Bridge – spoken, low and dry like a blues preacher]
It don’t vote, don’t sleep, don’t drink champagne.
It just watches… waits… and calls in the chain.
And when the yields go up, the lies go cold —
Truth gets priced in, bought and sold.
[Final Chorus – stronger, like a warning bell]
Yeah, the bond market knows, and it keeps the score,
It don’t forget like the folks next door.
You can dodge the press and paint pretty rows —
But behind the curtain, the bond market knows.
[Outro – slow fade, whispered edge]
So print your posters, shake those hands…
But the yield curve’s watchin’ where your empire stands.
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ODE TO A PAINTED SARCOPHAGUS OF A PRINCESS
Cemented muddy scrapings of the Nile barge
Besets my mind with riddled Sphinxes laughing at the joke,
Splashing at the sight of stone and grain upon the desert floor,
To laugh and sing and cry again, I vow.
Taken freely on the desert sand, in willing desperation of the frantic cry
Of ancient androids lilting in the starry night,
Descending shadows coming from the light and now it cuts across
The endless sparking of the silent stars that sing.
Frozen in the sands of time she sits and ponders in the sky
The Heavens woke and opened when she passed this way,
The timeless shifting sand comes bubbling with insects in eruption,
From the depths of hell they come alive to eat the rotting dung.
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So I did the three videos tonight, and now it’s time to board the Bardo bus for magical mystery videos on the march! Actually, it’s April.
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See You At The Top!!!
gorby