Another program gone while

Thanks for visiting. I have been busy with Twitter and Facebook and work and have neglected my blog and all the follower.  How much can a girl do? geezzzzzzzzzz

After reading the paper this morning, loving placed on my desk by my husband - words for me to note circled in dark yellow magic marker, I decided to share a piece found in the opinion section.
IRS, AP, and Benghazi aside, all government is local and once a policy or program is put into play, it is sure to grow and become like all the rest; blooded, understaffed, under financed, and poorly run.  That said, I do believe that today much of the mistakes made by government is because of the size and the ineptitude of those running these programs.  Good intentions, more than not, develop into a program that is uncontrollable and mismanaged because of pure size, unaccountability for bad decisions thrown in for good measure!
Like restrictions for smokers and safety programs for those who will not abide by them anyway, recycling has grown and is now a demand.............disabled, elderly, blind, be damned!!!!

Letter to the editor: Big Brother is Watching You

An average Salem couple is enjoying a beautiful summer day, when:
Knock, knock. “I am the recycle police, and I am here to inspect your blue bins, which are not out with your regular trash.”
“Oh my,” said Peter Worrisome. “Why is he here? What have we done wrong?”
His partner, Mary, replied, “I warned you that failure to put out the recyclables in the proper bin would bring down the wrath of the city upon us. You have to put out more than just beer cans, which get stolen by the pickers. We need a cat or dog that eats from canned food so we can put out the cans, instead of these dry food packets. You also need to take a couple things from the neighbor, who puts his recyclables out the night before collection.”
“But I thought that we were doing pretty well with the voluntary program,” Peter replied.
“We were, but now the state has extra money to hire more people to inspect our trash, so they have been able to make this a mandatory program,” Mary replied.
“Hey!” Peter exclaimed, “Why is the person wearing a suit that looks like tin foil?”
“Oh,” Mary replied. “That is his recycled materials uniform. It is supposed to deflect heat and criticism. You had better get the door as I heard they are only going to give us eight warnings. In the meantime, washing out this jar of peanut butter is more difficult than I thought.”
Welcome to the 2013 Orwellian Salem.
Stephen Delaney