In the real world: he makes 75k, she only 50k

Her dufus-level salary is understandable, because she had given birth to not just one career-killer, but two of them.  Right now, she is one her way over to daycare, (which costs $250 weekly) because little Scotty sneezed - twice!  Funny - not - it's always her who has to take unplanned leave.

Anyway, a few years later, she is more than fed up - no surprise, all drudgery and stress...  She files for divorce, the house gets sold, the ex-spouses each get half - that is, after the bank gets the unpaid balance.  Each half, however, is taking a beating; not only with the in-freaking-sane housing costs, but each is burdened with around 15 to 20k in yet outstanding lawyer fees.  

She had considered going for alimony, but it's not like her ex is a millionaire - not to mention, a $300 monthly check for, maybe,  three years, would likely get about eaten up by lawyer fees, and then there's what few personal hours she has on the books; those would end up consumed in the process. Anyway, she considers herself fortunate, since her ex's employer deducts the child support before sending him his pay - so the CS money, which goes to feed and clothe her kids, arrives on time to her account. 

Looking back, he kicks himself for not having had his ex sign a prenuptial agreement.  But, really, the 3k document wouldn't have much mattered, since they'd both bought the house.  Oh wait, had there been a pre-nup, he'd of been able to keep his bass-boat - ya know, the one that's parked over at his buddy's house; the tub needs to be moved...eh, somewhere else, because the "couple of weeks" is nearing the third year.  His buddy said something about his township, but it's probably more about him either wanting to extend his deck, or put in a swimming pool - maybe both.  

Some people have all the luck - grouse grouse.

Did he really slog through that thing?

Or was owning a copy of Maciavelli's "Prince" more like a bragging prop, and less about serious study - though frankly, the 16th century author was a humanist.  (Seriously, if the book isn't Christ centered, might as well go enjoy a dollar-store spy novel.)  Anyway, the pointy-eared red-piller was bragging, how the strange chick, he had over at his place...but hey, anyone can claim anything, over the internet; for all we know, he could be staying in his girlfriend's apartment, driving her car, posting on her internet - while she's slogging between two retail jobs.  Meanwhile, he expects her to put on lingerie, when she can't afford to buy herself a needed outfit ... for work.

Most of these guys claim to be political conservatives, but their preferences don't support "Making America Great Again."  One doesn't have to slog through piles of political volumes, to understand that great nations are not sustained by people who prefer folly over accomplishment (only possible, through delaying gratification) and by people who deceive their clients/readers rather than remain above board - come on, if you're going to b.s. some 304, if the opportunity arises, (perhaps, unlike the doped up eggplant) who else you going to rip off?  Do not foul practices become habits...try quitting the cigarettes :/

Anyway, when this nation was great - uhm, when even impoverished neighborhoods were reasonably safe - two widely read books had been, the Bible and Pilgrim's Progress.  Meanwhile, pointy-ears crows on about his awesome self.  John Bunyan spent some twelve years of his life, behind bars, because he believed that getting the Gospel out - that which rescues souls from eternal torture - was most important; meanwhile,  the government church - with their high sounding salvation-by-works twaddle - had about dropped the ball, and instead, had been (and still are) longtime focused on raking in dough.

He then goes into the same-old gamey narrative, of the girl going on to marry Jeffrey, (noble name :) while still savoring that certain sweaty encounter, those years ago, in pointy ears' shabby flat.  Yeah right!  Meanwhile, Jeffrey is raking in some 200k, and he and his wife and children are living quite well, in a spacious - and nearly paid off - 500k house.  Yep, while pointy-ears squandered his early years on various folly, nerdy Jeff spent his cracking the books and actually doing the work.

Once again, not surprised, pointy-ears brings up that size issue - being less than six feet.  As if there aren't any young single five foot two inch women, with whom to possibly team up?  Excuses, excuses.

Well, that was convicting enough. Yesterday, heard a sermon from Lester Roloff,

in it, he basically flat out said, there's something wrong with "able bodied" women who don't practice hospitality.  Yep, women like me - who don't care, at all, for such home invasions.  Yea, i know, very flawed, because in reading the Bible, there's barely any margin for "introverts" - that's just a whitewashed word for plain old, "selfish."  

Am blogging this because, people need to know that the Bible upsets even believers in the Word.  Alot of people, think Christians are all happy-clappy, praisey-maisey whenever reading the Scriptures, or hear for-real preaching (not the Joe Ughsteen fluff-stuff).  

Not so, because the Bible says, and especially as a widow, am supposed to practice hospitality - as in, invite the less fortunate into my home; people i don't even know - and, frankly, don't care to keep company with dullards and hardlucks.  

Just saying.

Now, that was a sermon! New on the sidebar, "Children in the Pulpit,"

given by Pastor Robert Rubino.  He hails from Brooklyn.  In this sermon, he preached from the first half of Isaiah, Chapter 3, and explains how equality turns to ... swill.  And yeah, people who didn't bother to do their homework are likely to throw a temper tantrum - eh, Reality does that.

Oh well, break's over.  Bye :)

They wait till the last minute to send their bill.

Yep, that time of year again :/   A ploy to get you to get your to (somehow) find your bill over the email, then charge it, on-line.   Even the agent had said, how e-bills can "get lost."  Seriously, a lot of folks have so much (financial) stress going on...uhm, that happens - and boy, if you are on a debtor's plan, one late bill, and they'll sock it to ya.  (And we thought the prudie victorian upper-class were harsh to the poor - hah, those snooties are still around.)   Anyway, these days, corporations don't want to deal with envelopes, paper statements, and - oh horrors - receiving checks.  Well too bad, there will be more paper arriving to them - in a big hard mailer; the two-day delivery package.  Have just over two weeks, but want it there asap, because lots of folks prefer to stay in their jimmy-jams, (wouldn't want to be caught DEAD in a pair of those :( and only go into the office, once weekly...if that.

Yep, old school here :)

The gentleman's post resonated - he remembers the 80s, when he was in the kiddie warehouse.

He said, he remembers the other kids - they didn't want to be there either.  Of course not!  Little boys want to run and play outside, but outside is traffic - and maybe a few unsavory people roaming the streets, and alleyways.  There's also insurance - if a kid runs off, trips, and ends up with a bo-bo on his knee...oh, that could yeild some easy fun money for the kid's parent/s.  

And yeah, moms have to work...just the way things are.  And it's just the way things are, the kids end up losing out - on their childhoods.

Oh for sure, the kids end up, 4th, 5th... place.  There was this kid who, at a fast food restaurant, had slightly bumped into a high chair.  Well, no fake, heard the mother spout off, with a snarl, (of flipping course :/ something about they could "get sued."  Uhm, the freaking chair came nowhere close to even a mild topple.  What the hey, why upset a kid over a non-occurrence!  Wouldn't a dramafree "be careful, hon" had been sufficient?  It was more like the child had brushed up against the high chair - that was sitting in the freaking aisle, to begin with; if the baby's parents are so concerned, you'd think they'd of chosen a better place to eat supper.  But anyway...

As a seven-ish year old, having witnessed the needless scene, i remember thinking, along the lines, that the baby musn't that important to the opportunistic parents, who'd jump for the chance to cash in, quick.  Adults (want to) think, kids are stupid, dolts, and that's so NOT TRUE!

"Dan: A Serpent by the Way..." is posted on the sidebar

The first half of Pastor Garrison's 40-ish minute sermon focuses upon several of Jacob's twelve sons.  The second half, gets into how one can, and does, end up "unhorsed" not by the drunkards and the gamblers, but from some venom, that shot from a few pews ... somewhere thataways.

In short, we expect unsaved people to invalidate - or just be plain harsh, but even born-again people can get snitty - though saved people know back-biting is sin, and so, pray and strive to get the heck over their sweet little selves.  

Thing is, 2nd Peter, Chapter 3, and the Book of Jude, reminds us, that just because you're wearing a lab coat, doesn't make you a biologist.  So yeah, Christians need to "be wise as serpents, harmless as doves."  

"For there are certain men crept in unawares, who were before of old ordained to this condemnation, ungodly men, turning the grace of our God into lasciviousness, and denying the only Lord God, and our Lord Jesus Christ."  Jude 1:4

"Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves."  Matthew 10:16