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I guess, from what I’m hearing from some quarters, the only reason I have for bringing up Mitt Romney’s pathetically low income tax rate is that I’m jealous.
I have to admit that my husband and I would have been greatful if we could have paid such a small percentage of our earnings to Uncle Sam when we were members of the 53% who were not mooching scumbags.
But you know, I have wracked my admittedly failing memory searching for any other little thing that might be behind my supposed jealousy and have come up empty.
I mean, yeah, having a ton of money would have made our 40 years of marraige easier for us, but would it have made the love and friendship we had for each other stronger?
We could have owned bigger and better houses, but would that have made them more of a home?
Would being able to afford multiple fancy new cars instead of the usual clunkers that we had have transported us any faster or further?
Would our kids be more honest and hard working if they had gotten their every hearts desire from birth?
Would riches somehow negate the effects of the cancer that my husband battled for over 5 years? Would I feel his loss any less if I had more money than I could ever hope to spend in a lifetime in the bank?
While Mitt hordes stacks of money in far flung places as though his very life depends on it, I have nothing but a treasure trove of memories made up of laughter and tears, joy and sorrow, that unlike Mitt’s money, I will be able to carry to my grave.
Not in this lifetime.