What's the old joke?
"will you make love to me for a million dollars?"
"Well.....I'm not that kind of girl...but, it is $1,000,000.00s.....OK"
"Will you make love to me for $10.00?"
"Hell no! @#%& you......what do you think I am? A whore?"
"We've already established that. Now we're just dickering on the price."
At least now we know Democratic Senator Mary Landrieu of Louisiana's price now. Before we were just pretty sure she, like every other person in the congress, be they democans or republicrats, would prostitute themselves, their wives, their mothers and their children to get elected and remain in office in DC.
Rest assured that the leaders of the democratic party and PBHO will spend any amount of money that the taxpayers will be on the hook for in order to get this so called health reform passed.
The late great Willie Sutton, bank robber par excellence, once said, when asked why he robbed banks, "That's where the money is".
Had he been just a little smarter, and perhaps more photogenic, he could have run for congress.
That's where the real piles of money are. Of course in light of his truthful answer to the aforesaid question, he may have been too honest to qualify.
What is it about this country that causes us to elect such scum-sucking dirt-bags to congress? Do we just not care. Well, in light of the fact that even in the last very hotly contested election only around 37% of the eligible voters in this country voted you might think that.
Some think that the possibility of this country coming unglued is a real possibility.
What? You don't think China, or biggest trading partner and creditor, is telling their people to buy gold and not exporting any of their production, even though they are the biggest producer of gold in the world, just because they happen to like the way it shines, do you?
I'd be willing to bet that they are quietly becoming the worlds largest producer of AK-47 rounds and I know you haven't seen any of that coming on the market.
See, everything is coming unglued, and everything is for sale, like a garage sale when somebody dies.
Washington, I tell you, is nothing but a cloud of looters swirling around the country’s fly-encrusted cadaver. Aint it so? I ask you. Everybody wants to drain money from the federal udder, from the sour dugs of the great hydra-titted monster that dwelleth all bloated within the beltway. All you have to do is think up some crackpot scam, sell it to an affirmative-action bureaucrat with glazed eyes, or pay a commoditized Congress to buy it, and the lucre flows.
These days in the great squirrel cage we live in, everybody hates everybody else. How is that? Not along ago America was sane and agreeable, at least considering the generally low mark for that by the human race. It was my favorite country. You had slingshots and BB guns and monster-block Detroit iron punched out to more cubes than Rubik’s wettest dreams, and sock-hops and happy simple-minded rock-and-roll. And at least in the south, people would wave when you went by, even passing in automobiles we'd raise two fingers to the oncoming car. It was a pretty good America.
But somebody has pulled its cork. Now blacks hate whites hate browns hate women hate men hate Christians hate Musselmens. High-school girls either starve themselves or vomit right and left, and the boys come to school with semi-autos to design adolescent hecatombs. It will probably be an event in the X Games before long. The country has gone wigged out. I figure somebody must have put something in the drugs.
But here’s the real problem. America has ceased being exactly a country. Instead it is like a professional-wrestling grudge-match with no rules and everybody throwing everybody else into the audience. Think about it. The place is going broke enough to live under a bridge, but the military spends like a drunken corporal on yet more clownish wars against pissed-off peasants. The military contractors grow fat. Corporations, supposedly American, bolt for China. Wall Street pillages what is left like Timurlane on a roll. Universities, no longer much more than enablers for loan companies, rape the young. This is going to last?
We’re gonna pay for this. Like Milton Friedman said, there’s no suchthing as a free lunch. If he didn’t,he should have.
The train ain’t got no driver and no tracks. Congress is a subcommittee of the big Bankers and crooked as kite string in a ceiling fan, the Supreme Court an unlicensed morgue, and the president a shiny ball with pretty teeth bouncing around in a corporate pin-ball machine.
What’s really slick is how the criminal element in DC has fogged the alleged mind of that vast, sprawling, larval critter, the public. Tell those salt-of-the-earth suckers out there that some hideous danger crawls ever closer, tell them you are going to protect them, and you can pick their pockets till there’s not an ounce of meat left on their bones. Think buzzards circling a dying horse.
Makes me want to move somewhere warm and tropical, Where you know the police are corrupt but they can be bought for only a few peso. Where a large part of the population are so poor they don't even have shoes, but they get together in the evenings and talk to one another. Where they only expect of the government to leave them the hell alone. They'll take care of themselves and one another just fine, thank you very much.
Like Davey Crocket is reputed to have said when he was tired of congress, "The hell with you all, I'm going to Texas".
Maybe a little further south of there these days. Consider it Texas South.
Hey, lets get Texas to secede from the union, and then pull everything from there south to the canal under a new flag. I'll volunteer.