Poverty Can Be Erased

Written by Mark Brennaman

I'm back at my restaurant enjoying a nearly cold cup of coffee (withoutrepparttar whitener) as I began to read one ofrepparttar 118251 back pages of my newspaper.

The top article had a title like Pentagon Spending Under Review. The story had something to do with hammers, toilet seats and coffee makers, or something like that.

Further down onrepparttar 118252 page, a headline caught my attention. I think it read Homeless Population Rises. What followed was frightening.

Atrepparttar 118253 very bottom ofrepparttar 118254 page was this tiny little advertisement for Tool Liquidators, Home ofrepparttar 118255 Ninety-nine Cent Hammer!. Well, it all fell into place after that. I pagedrepparttar 118256 waitress for some more coffee and figured this out.

Tomorrow,repparttar 118257 government sends agents ofrepparttar 118258 FDIC, FEMA, NRA, and even allrepparttar 118259 local dog catchers to every homeless shelter and to every welfare office acrossrepparttar 118260 country. Their job is to deliver to every adult inrepparttar 118261 country at or belowrepparttar 118262 poverty line a booklet of vouchers.

A "Taker" Searches for happiness

Written by David Leonhardt

"There are two kinds of people inrepparttar world: givers and takers. Takers might eat well, but givers sleep better at night." Aha!

Your humble scribe has had a tough time sleeping lately. I thought it might have something to do withrepparttar 118250 happiness of keeping pace with a tornado toddler and an almost bursting-at-the-seams, more-than-pregnant wife. Orrepparttar 118251 joy of fending backrepparttar 118252 weeds threatening to overrunrepparttar 118253 house and take overrepparttar 118254 kingdom in a bloody coup. Orrepparttar 118255 excitement of renovating an old room with crooked walls and a slanted floor to become a perfectly straight, modern nursery for our Beany-Baby-to-be. Orrepparttar 118256 thrill of somehow trying to earn a few dollars to keep my ever-so-friendly and oh-so-understanding bank manager from gleefully slapping past-due stickers all over my front door.

Now I learn that my lack of sleep is from taking too much and not giving enough. So I set out to give as much as I could.

I decided to start by giving advice. "The blue would look better on you."

"What?" my wife asked. "You never comment on what I'm wearing, at least not voluntarily."

"It's my new sleeping therapy," I explained with excitement. "Givers sleep better than takers, so I just gave you some advice."

"Well, while you're at it, is there anything else you want to comment on?"

I saw my chance to give a compliment. "Overall, you are really beautiful."

"Why, thank you."

I was on a roll. I was really giving. This was my chance to give her my opinion. "Your hair is kind of ugly like that."

"What?! You take that back!"

"No, I can't," I protested. "That would make me a taker and I won't be able to sleep."

"Then you can just take your silly opinions and get out of here."

"No, I can't do that. I can't take ..." My sentence was cut short byrepparttar 118257 hard realization that my nose and a door could not occupyrepparttar 118258 same space atrepparttar 118259 same time.

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