Two Down, Fourteen to Go

I went to my second installment of divorce tax tonight. I spent almost ninety minutes of my life (that I will never ever get back) It wasn't ninety whole minutes because I was asked to leave because I did not answer enthusiastically enough. You heard me right. I did not go to an evening class after being up and working since four a.m. with the proper enthusiasm. I sat in a classroom with Eva Braun as she spent over forty minutes asking us to list things that were asinine in the least, and what we used to call busy work at best. Why didn't she just have us color pictures of happy divorced couples instead? It would have been the same thing, and I would be able to spend four hundred dollars for something good-say groceries, heating oil and gasoline. Instead, I came home and started trying to find information,any information on Right Relations, Inc. I've googled them, I've gone through all the links, and the only thing I can find so far is a link telling me how wonderfully helpful they are. Oh and a place that begs for "donations." I was calculating the profits this "not for profit" corporation made tonight, and the way I figure it, there were twelve of us in there. That seems to be four thousand, eight hundred dollars to me. We were given a booklet to read out of- the sort of high quality tract published by only your finest cults. That we were to leave behind. We were also given a piece of paper with a few things copied onto it. A paragraph at best, poorly printed. The booklet probably retails for sixty eight cents, (and I am being generous here) and the piece of paper must have set them back one penny, tops. So I am now looking at sixty nine cents worth of material, all but one penny of that is reused. For this, I have shelled out twenty five dollars. The net profit looks to be about twenty four ninety nine times twelve. I come up with two hundred ninety nine dollars and eighty eight cents. That is what this place makes every week for an hour and thirty minutes of your life that you will never get back. Ever. I have to wonder if this is the way that counties raise funds now. Kind of like the way that they ticket people more to raise revenue, I think they must send people who have the misfortune of marrying an adulterous odometer tampering thug-but well connected, mind you to this divorce tax class. I had an amateur psychologist send me an insightful comment last week. I gave it the consideration it deserved with my delete button. But back to the latest round of, karma, higher spiritual power, and recognition of anger values-whatever the hell that means- I am going to make some more phone calls tomorrow and see if there is one elected official in this state who can answer my question for me. My guess is no, but if I can get one straight answer on this, you can thank me later.