For those Americans who have come upon hard times, the choice to end their problems is almost always bankruptcy. Individuals who earn about the median for their area and can’t repay their debts can file Chapter 7. Assuming there is no lying or subterfuge in the application, one’s debts can be adjudicated and the taxpayer gets a clean slate. (Clean in that they owe no money- but they no longer have access to credit cards [for a few years, at least] and their credit history will reflect the bankruptcy.) Of course, one’s assets (over a certain value) are used to satisfy [that’s a legal term, you can bet the credits are NOT satisfied not receiving all that they owe) the creditors’ demands.
Given the events of this past weekend in Charlottesville, I decided to break into my queue.
After all, I lived there for 13 years. And, one of my finest accomplishments there (other than the birth of my two daughters and a slew of great products) was bringing life to the 150 year old synagogue there. Jeff Poelvoorde and I spent months convincing folks to come to a traditional Saturday morning service. And, with time, a wonderful Jewish community- shared lives, families, food- developed. And, continues there still some 3 decades later.
You know there’s a law the precludes companies (websites and apps) from tracking personal data and collecting personal data if the user is under the age of 13, right? (Now, you know why Facebook wants all users to be over the age of 13, too.)
I know, I know. You’ve had it up to here about health care reform. But, this is important.
We know that the GOP has failed to repeal Obamacare. We also know that TheDonald will do everything in his power to make it fail- and try to blame that on Obama. Except any failure will be his fault. But, that’s not the point of this post. (I will be posting another discussion on this topic in 3 months, when Open Enrollment starts in.)
Ya gotta get up, Ya gotta get up, Ya gotta get up, Ya gotta get up this morning. (Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning; Irving Berlin)
Did you ever get confused when you dial a number? Well, I certainly did on this trip.
It’s dinner time. My son and I are hankering for a nice, juicy steak. (Do you know how difficult it is to go out and order a steak? Of course not- you don’t keep kosher. We have to either live in Manhattan [among three or four other places in the States] or be in Israel to do this.)