and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except a small squirmy louse.

http://www.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/02/13/vets.budget.ap/index.html?eref=rss_latest

It’s interesting to read this article after hearing on the news this morning that there was a 25% casualty rate during Vietnam and the first gulf war, but the current war had a survival rate of some 90%. From what I do know of veteran’s benefits, there has to be some roof on what the system can handle. This is an assumption based on what I have seen one friend of mine go through after fighting during the first gulf war, and the fact that my own father and his father, both veterans, never have sought out the supposed ‘benefits’ doled out to them for spilling their blood or having shrapnel embedded into their limbs. I wonder how and who will be paying for these benefits, or if the soldiers that fought during the two Bush wars will be the ones panhandling for change from your kids [and be ignored like people ignore the Vietnam vets].

I am going to have to go back through my history to see budget deficits and surpluses throughout our time to be able to state it with conviction that our current deficit and party lines are parallel, but I can say that the more research I do into the stock market and the value of the dollar makes me believe that investing in foreign markets is the only way to ensure you have any money in the future at all. Of course, what good these dollars might be to you is up for grabs in an increasingly hostile economy, but it is something to think about.

http://nymag.com/news/businessfinance/bottomline/27337/index.html

Later on tonight I will be putting up photographs from our Domincan Republic adventure, complete with dolphin swims, swimming with the fishes (or piggies as we call them) and various other lazy activities we decided to partake in to avoid the frigid temperatures here (some 50-60 degrees colder here than where I was).

There is something super romantic about the Caribbean–and everyone has a smile for you. DR prides itself on having one of the lowest crime rates in the world, which you would not necessarily understand given the poverty, but as I thought more about it, I realized, yes, these people live life. If I ever get married one day, I want to have my ceremony on the beach at some lovely Caribbean resort, and I want everyone to have a great time being there, so they can remember the day (which would be a shock to just about everyone who knows me anyways) when I became someone’s other, and have beautiful sunny, margarita and pina colada memories of it all. And maybe they, too, can swim with the dolphins and fishes and snorkel and horse back ride and take advantage of all of it.