The balance of underpayment and overpayment
How does that song go? “In the end, it really doesn’t matter”. It doesn’t. The season of American Idol is ending, right now. On another channel. Once again, a rerun of TBBT is more important.
This season, the auditions were OK. The new judges: Annoying. Cloying. Aussie. Ran. dy (the old Dawg) was in company that matched his ability to describe and inspire. I tried, a couple of times, to watch the progress but the magic was missing. Randy has figured it out, and according to the various social media he will leave. Quietly. And the show… it really doesn’t matter.
Just out for groceries, and found some guy checking out the view through the car window on my return. Good reason to keep locking doors. Keeps the odd ones outside looking in. I didn’t have the heart to accost him (he seemed a few bricks short of a load).
The returns from our overpayment to the government are in, and out (mainly). Compensating for underpayment on other fronts. Every year, the same little dance. Meanwhile, the Fluffy Duffy story (another tale of overpayment vs underpayment) continues to spiral out of control. Yesterday, we learned that the chief of staff for the chief of government had personally donated $90K to a forced reimbursement. Which begs the question: what happened to the original stack of bills. We supposedly pay our top legislators so that they can afford to live in the big O. Miscalculation. Or the true price of a secondary (Primary, he says) residence on my favourite Island.
