Postal Rates Going Up AgainWritten by Rocky Ramsey
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Copyright Date: 2004
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Postal Rates Going Up Again By Rocky Ramsey
The Postmaster General wants to raise cost of a first-class stamp by at least 4 cents. Thankfully he doesn't want to do it until 2006, but by then he'll probably want more.
The constant raising of stamp prices causes a vicious circle. The post office raises stamp prices, people find ways to communicate without sending mail, post office's budget goes down and they have to raise prices again. Then whole thing starts over again.
I don't know about you, but I hardly ever mail anything anymore. I've even cut down number of times I go to post office to 2 or 3 times a week. About only thing I get in mail is bills now anyway. Who's in a hurry to see them?
Instead of mailing checks to pay bills, I have as many as I can paid through my savings account or automatically with a credit card. It saves me time and money.
Education enlarges us.Written by Malcolm James Pugh
Our education enlarges us.
In days of old, when life was bold, And schools owned fields and land, We played serene, acted out our dreams, With nothing dangerous being banned, Now we roll in late, grossly overweight, If we even deign to show our faces, And clipboard man with his cardboard plan, Puts us through our non sunburned paces, Now it appears all these stark fears, And dread of falling and disaster, Sold off our fields, while they but kneeled, To a politically correct Grand Master, So though obese, we are at peace, Though consuming rubbish we can smile, Though weighed down we seldom frown Because were much safer by a mile.
What price competition, breeding attrition, What use excellence when some must lose, Theres no Einstein and no Frankenstein Theres just fat drones from which to choose, Successive generations of a nation, Robbed of will to be fit and bright, Brainwashed by day, to their teachers way, Mentally chained to TV all night, We were naughty and lived past forty, And still have our health and mind, For we were schooled to different rules, That seemed cruel but were kind,
Its not obscene to have a dream, Not appalling to aspire to winning, In past someone came last, But victor was not sinning, And whatever face won race, Whatever hand held academic prizes, The losers were slim, and used gym, Were not mothball wrapped oversizes, Everyone gained from competitive games, From trying to be part of an elite, You raised your sights, you saw light, Started thinking on your own feet.