So here we are, the first day of the Republican Convention in Tampa, Florida. I could talk about that, but why bother? Most of you who read this column have probably already made up your mind about who you'll vote for come November. So why bother wasting my brain cells debating the pros and cons of policies?
So what can I chat about? I thought about telling you about some great idea I have for making a tub scrubber to remove soap scum from around the tub and off the grout lines in tiled walls. You see, years and years ago, after scouring the walls over my tub, I went to my husband and said, "I think we should invent a tub-scrubber." He rolled his eyes as usual at my fanciful musings and grunted, "sure".
No, I did not let it drop. I rattled on and on about how we needed a little hand-held device with the ability to whirl around and around like one of those electric toothbrushes. Hubby's smirk did not deter me. "It needs to be bigger, of course, with strong, hard bristles. Yet they can't be made of steel, but need to be as strong as steel. And it would help if it was long enough to help short people like me reach the back of the tub without crawling into it."
I'd love to tell you that the tub-scrubber I saw advertised for 19.99 on one sleepless night when I was watching paid commercials was the one we invented. I'd love to be able to report that we are now financially set for life from my great idea and the innovative item I helped produce. Why bother? I didn't do it. We didn't get a patent. We didn't even share the idea with anyone else who could get a patent and could get the designers to come up with such a great household item. Nope. After I finished talking, hubby went back to reading his newspaper, and I went back to scrubbing the ring around the tub.
Thinking back on that moment brings a bit of ire to the forefront of my brain, though. If only hubby had listened. If only I had pushed him harder. If only I had researched it and sought outside help. If only I had taken the steps to make an idea into a reality. Then. Then we'd be business folks. We'd be entrepreneurs who worked hard (probably twenty-four-seven), built a business and employed tons of people so they could make money to pay taxes and build roads and employ teachers and police officers to protect my business. I'd be the lady in the commercial and I'd be helping tons and tons of ladies with arthritis clean their tubs and scouring their shower tracks with a tub-scrubbing gizmo. We'd be rich. But why bother?
What claim to fame would I have? According to President Obama, I wouldn't have built my business. I wouldn't have made that happen. My idea was as worthless to me as it turned out to be since I never acted upon it. What we don't start, we cannot finish. What we don't work for, we don't create. What we don't create we don't sell. What we do not sell, we don't get paid for. What we do not get paid for, we do not get taxed on. Hey...now there's an idea.
If businesses would just stop making and selling stuff, taxpayers wouldn't have to worry about making so much money the goverment took it to to give people like me who never take the initiative to "build a better mousetrap". And we wouldn't need any roads to take "nothing" no where for no one to buy. I could just sit back and collect food stamps, free phones and healthcare, then go to school on the government's dime. And given the mindset of Obama's economical arguments today, and the promises of tomorrow with the looming 16-trillion dollar deficit, all I can say is, Why Bother?