Right now, it's feast, but if you could hear me say it, my voice would be dripping with irony. Because before I even get to set aside a single cent for the shoe fund, the entire fruit basket of my labor will be sent straight to the gooberment. Toot suite.
So that the Obamanator and His Minions can then turn around and send it to China—or use it to perpetuate our "kinetic military action" in Libya. That's your circle of life in action right there. But at least we can all rest easy knowing there will be no military issued foot wear touching terra firma anytime soon. (Because the boots are too busy getting slaughtered in Afghanistan.)
Hope YOUR day is going swimmingly.