An adult in the room was attempting to help Washington folks stop kicking the can down the road. He wanted them to achieve the big deal through a balanced approach. He was particularly good at spying out the court which contained the ball.
He did all that and more for weeks, calmly, tolerantly, smiling through the mist of sputum from one hundred thousand frothing partisan lips.
But then the desperate emperor and his knights whined, one time too many, "This should be routine! For fifty years we have routinely raised the debt limit whenever we wanted bribe another voting block or two."
Our honest broker snapped, lost it, screamed, "That's how we got here in the first place you sorry slabheaded sons of bitches." Then he left, leaving behind an adult-free room.
Poor fellow. He was last seen trudging outbound across Memorial Bridge, bindle over his shoulder. As he approached white crosses and six-pointed stars of The Cemetery he was heard to mumble something like, "So sorry guys . Some of us tried to make it worthwhile for you."
2 comments:
I have a suggestion for putting this administration in proper perspective. Let's ditch "Hail to the Chief" for entrances and substitute "Movin' on Up". JAGSC
He is making a caricature of himself, isn't he? The Friday night temper tantrum followed by Monday's soak-the-rich campaign diatribe.
Post a Comment