Angina Monologue 25
His Majesty was snorting at his newspaper when I brought him his pancake this morning.
His Majesty was snorting at his newspaper when I brought him his pancake this morning.
Snip. Snip. … Snip-snip.
His Majesty has been somewhat sullen at breakfast lately. Part of it was the widespread perception in the media that Cthulu did better than His Majesty in the last debate. Part of it was the season of the year: I think His Majesty suffers from a touch of SAD (Sith Affective Disorder), which flares up around this time of year, but usually passes around early January. And I figured part of it was that the Imperial tummy has been unhappy. For several days, His Majesty could hardly choke down his meals, which left him feeling bloated and suffering with heartburn for hours afterwards. He convinced himself that it was gastroparesis, which he knows has been making life miserable for a young friend of mine.
Steve Sailer (“Booming Utah Needs Lower Wages and More Expensive Mortgages, in the Name of Feminism”) points out a Bloomberg piece on “Why Utah Can’t Afford To Keep Its 1970s Gender Gaps.” You can read it now and then follow up tomorrow with the blog posts by Mormons who wish there were more Mormon mothers away from home and in the work force.
Reading about a proposed 16-week paid family leave proposal for Washington, D.C., I was surprised at the notion that the tax to cover it is calculated to be only 1% of wages. A third of a year multiplied by two children means it would take over 65 years of working to cover the leave with a 1% tax. Then I started hearing the voice of that emperor that Vader is always telling us about. “In Washington, D.C. those with jobs mostly don’t bear or get children, and those who do father children mostly don’t have jobs, so the math works out.”