The debate about social security, Medicare and pension programs keeps heating up, and I'm concerned that, at this rate, my so called golden years might end up being brass plate.
What assurance do I have that when I'm put out to pasture, there will be some grass on said pasture? Well, the days of sitting back and believing that the government will take care of me are over. I've got to be proactive.
I've found a simple solution. I'll simple legally change my name. My new first name will be Goldman, and my last will be Sachs. Whenever times get tough, I'll just call the White house and say, "I'm Goldman Sachs, and I'm a bit short this month. How about sending my a couple of million to tide me over?" Naturally, I'll promise to pay them back some day when the economy is all rosy again.
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