Essential Personnel?

Sin and some of our other readers who are "foreigners" may be a little curious about what the fuck is going on here in the good old USA.

Well of course there are two sides of most stories, and the "main stream media" likes to pretend that each side is equally valid, even when one side may be full of excrement. But here at UCTMW we are free to eschew many of the boring rules that bind "journalists", so  I am free to sum it all up in a less varnished form.... stay with me here....

1. Back in 2010 or so, Congress passed and the President signed a law that was supposed to allow most Americans to get "affordable" health care.... like most of you folks in the developed world long have had. It's a rube goldberg type contraption, which was required to buy off the big health insurers, medical and hospital lobbyists, drug and medical device makers who can lead most of our members of Congress around by the nose. Nevertheless, the members of the Republican party in our Congress unanimously opposed this contraption as a bound to fail "big gubmint" experiment that was a threat to our freedoms. In their view health care is not a right, but a product. You get what you can pay for, and no more!

2. Republicans took over one house of our Congress in 2010, led by a "Tea Party" faction (named after those Bostonians who tossed British Tea into the drink back in the 1700's because they thought the tea taxes were too high). Tea Partiers have a problem with a whole bunch of folks who did not look like "Real Americans" who they believed were "taking over" their country. Many of these folks believed the President is not a "real American", question his birth certificate, yada yada. Repealing "Obamacare" became their rallying cry.

3. In 2012, the voters did not buy this particular product, re-electing the President, and rejecting the guy who said he would repeal Obamacare. (The same guy who had "invented" Obamacare in Massachusetts, but that's a whole different story).

4. Now, a year later, ignoring those election results, the Republicans in the House of Representatives say they won't authorize spending another dime of federal money - as is their right - until the President and the other chamber of Congress agree to pull the plug on that evil health care program they call Obamacare.  Well.... not exactly another dime.... "essential" personnel still get paid. And of course the Members of Congress and their loyal staffers are "essential". (at least they are sticking to that story). So is the President and some of his senior staffers.... and about 1/2 of the federal work force.

How they decide who's essential? Who the hell knows. About 800,000 federal workers have been laid off.... millions more are still showing up for work, but have no idea when they will be paid. Soldiers are getting paid. But not the guys who protect Congress or the President. Or Park Rangers.

National Parks are closed. Little kids are getting turned away from their pre-school classes. Or their cancer treatment at the National Institutes for Health.

Naturally there are lots of fingers being pointed in every direction. The House won't vote simply to pay for the government, even though all of us saps are still paying our taxes, unless it's tied to canceling health insurance for millions of people who don't have it now.  The President and the Senate won't go for the Obamacare poison pill. So there is a stalemate, with both sides digging in their heals.

Who knows when this will end. Or if in 2 weeks Congress will let America default on it's debt, letting all those countries and banks and investors who buy our "gold plated" bonds twisting in the winds.

Crazy, right? It's making the good old USA look like a banana republic. Or Italy. But with worse food and shorter lunch breaks
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It's also making this old Slave wonder whether I'm essential. And if not, how do I make sure I am. Unfortunately, I've been out of town these last two days, at a really boring seminar. Poor Mistress is home alone, working like crazy. Working so hard in fact that she's had very little time or interest in finding a supplemental cock to entertain her, particularly on days (or nights) like this when Slave is inaccessible and not available to properly serve her needs.

One thing is certain: no one will ever consider you "essential" if you aren't there to regularly and persistently demonstrate those qualities that are so compelling and irreplaceable that your employer (or Mistress) can't even imagine going a day without you!

Slave better get his ass back to River City pronto, before Mistress shuts ME down.

I'm Your Puppet

A little Domme/Sub musical accompaniment. The rest of the blog is shutdown, just like our gubmint!

Decontamination

It was a very eventful weekend here in River City.

Friday night, after a busy week, there was some "home from work" sex in the executive suite, followed by a little in home "picnic".

Saturday, after some hot wake-up sex, Slave took his grandkids on an outing, while Mistress did a long bike ride with her former fuck-buddy and still biking pal, Jay.  His son was away for the week, freeing up his schedule, and their plan was for him to join us at home to watch my alma mater play what turned out to be a desultory late afternoon game against the Sooners.

After I dumped off the grandkids, and was doing some grocery shopping, Mistress texted that she was showering over there, with one of those little smiley faces.  This got me wondering about how that would work and whether a shower would turn into something more....

But apparently not.... they both showed up around game time, and Mistress whipped up some guacamole for us. Later, after burgers and a pathetic performance by my team, I asked Mistress how her "ride" had gone....

"Well, Slave.... we did shower together, and Jay's hands roved a bit.... but nothing really happened...., we're like old pals....who used to have sex."

I raised an eyebrow, wondering about the mysteries of human relationships, and wandering paws.

After the game, Mistress and Slave went to a music festival in an older part of town. Lots of people watching, with folks seemingly aspiring to the hipster look, as if going to a casting call for Portlandia. We couldn't stay out too late though, because Mistress had a date in the morning with our muddy ol' river.

It was the annual across-the-river-and-back swim, something she has done with a group of crazies for three years in a row now. Slave is not quite so foolish. I tend to think of all the chemicals and sludge that flows into the river as it meanders from Pittsburgh and through West Virginia on its way to our humble town. When she jumped into the river with some fellow swimmers, their whining about how cold the water was made me particularly proud of my own good judgment.

Fortunately, Mistress made it back in one piece, chilled, but with no limbs missing due to an encounter with a giant, mutant catfish. We stopped for some breakfast on the way home, Mistress still chilled. And when we made it home, she was determined to climb back into bed to catch up on sleep and our Sunday morning sexual rituals.  But first,  a shower. Maybe we should have had Jay stick around:

Excuses. Excuses. Excuses.

You may be happy to know that Slave was back in his cage again on Tuesday. Mistress sent me off to work after some morning sex (she likes it when the hard steel ring provides some extra heft to her work-a-day cock), having closed the lock and tucked away the key.

"You're not taking this key with you, Slave."

Well of course not.

At the end of the day she had scheduled a long bike ride  with former fuck-buddy Jay, so she gave me the authority to remove the cage so I could go on my own end-of-day ride without jeopardizing the family jewels.

"You do need your exercise, Slave."

When she got home, she even let her Slave worship dutifully with a little introductory full disclosure.

"It's a little grimy down there Slave.... I was on that saddle for about 20 miles...."

"That's the way I like it Mistress....."

Yum. 

But before signing off this morning , I have to go back to yesterday's blog comments , and the multiple excuses Suzanne seems to have for not coming to see her Patriots take on my Pussycats in two weeks. First there was something about nursing Jay back to health after some type of elective surgery; but he must be healthy enough that the following night they plan to take in a Red Sox play-off game, which was excuse number two; and then, the last excuse,  about how Sybriates not going for the tackiness of RVs.  It reminded me a little of a teenaged girl explaining why she couldn't turn in her Science project on time. You know: "The dog ate it"; and  "it was in the trunk of Dad's car which was totaled"; and then "the landlord evicted us and left it out with the trash". When actually she got stoned with her friends at a concert and forgot it was due.  The more excuses you have the lamer they all sound.

It's hard to imagine that Jay, having elected some surgery, can't make his own chicken soup for a couple of days. Or that there won't be other Red Sox games to attend....that's why they call it a play-off "series". More ... than ... one. As for the RV being too low brow, well, Suzanne, I'm sure something that is worthy of your Dmme-ish station could be arranged.  It would not have to be this kind, though the big screen is nice:

It's a little too pedestrian for your tastes, isn't it?

No, maybe something a tad more stylish, like this...

With a plush interior worthy of a true sybriate of station, such as yourself:

Of course it must be equipped with a suitable bedroom that has all the accourtrements you require.... a cabinet chock full of bondage equipment and lingerie for Tammy... maybe a selection of penis gags, baby monitor, and a special glass cabinet for the display of big blackie. And since Tammy may need to be "of service" on this grueling 16 hour drive to the vast and hostile wastelands of the American interior, I am sure if you put out a casting call on your blog, some of your devoted followers would surely volunteer for driving shifts just to be in your regal presence.

No, I think your aversion to an RV is just another lame excuse. The real explanation for your reluctance must be the sinking feeling you have that with the absence of Aarron "The Killer" Hernandez and Wes "The Smurf" Welker, the Pats don't match up well against the Pussycats. I was looking forward to a bet involving no points, with the spoils being something like Tammy doing his worshipful best on Mistress's clean shaven folds once the dust settles on the field. (I guess there is no dust on artificial turf, but you get my drift).

Ah well. I guess it's not to be. I will just have to fill in for Tammy once I get home from the game.