We don’t have time for this

Everyone is joining me in trying to adjust to the time change last weekend. For me it’s always a couple weeks struggle every spring and every fall.

We’ve got a clock that is a pain in the neck to change, so part of the year it is correct and part of the year it is an hour off. I’m one of the people out there who wants to just leave the clocks alone.

This week the U.S. Senate unanimously passed the Sunshine Protection Act to make daylight saving time permanent.

It now goes to the House for approval and then to the president for signature.

Back in the 1970s, this was tried as an “energy saving” measure during the energy price shocks happening then. After a couple years of sending kids to school in the dark, cooler heads prevailed and the idea of yearround DST was junked in favor of the twice a year clock gymnastics we have now.

The net energy savings is negligible and throwing everyone’s body rhythms off twice a year has been shown to have detrimental health effects.

I hope the House doesn’t pass it, but these are the same people in government who claimed that printing trillions of dollars out of thin air would not cause crazy amounts of price inflation, so I have little hope that they will not pass the law.

Sadly, with all the problems facing our country, this is what Congress is capable of agreeing to do. Honestly, it is time to throw most of them out and get some new talent in there. A ticking time bomb of $30 trillion in national debt, which is more like $60 trillion because a lot of it is off the books, no enforcement of our southern border, increasing crime, rampant drug use and abuse, broken homes and broken families, casting God’s word aside, Iran building nuclear bombs, North Korea firing missiles, Putin and Russia attacking Ukraine, and the list grows daily.

Instead of seriously tackling important issues, the Senate and House are worried about getting more daylight in the evenings. We don’t have time for these freeloading political hacks.

Let’s clean house this fall. Meanwhile, I am going to try to catch that hour of sleep they stole from me last Saturday night, holding my sweetheart’s hand as I doze off.

Thank God for your blessings, and pray for America.

Chicken Fried Steak is a copyrighted column by G.W. Thomas; any opinions expressed are those of the author and are not endorsed by the management of this newspaper. Thomas can be reached at ibuycattle@yahoo.com.