You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.™
The debt ceiling dilemma.
The USA is trillions in the hole. The national debt clock is spinning like a whirly gig behind a jet plane.
The USA’s credit rating is sinking like a blow up raft carrying a tank. If we don’t figure it out soon, we’re going to be borrowing cash from Bermuda.
Somewhere an entire Chinese nation is licking its chops.
Whether you are a Democrat or a Republican, If you are an American, I bet you are pissed off.
Congress is engaged in a high stakes staring contest. Who is going to blink first? It’s like two kids tugging on the same economic blanket with no thought of compromise.
Whether you want more cuts or less cuts, you gotta admit the mechanism seems broken.
As Jay Leno said, the economy is so bad, “straight guys are marrying each other just to get the wedding gifts.”
I equate the political system in this country to a car you try and start in the middle of a Minnesota winter. You turn the key and pump the accelerator and you feel a slight gurgle, then a quick gasp and then you’re calling a tow truck.
And while the car is being towed away, everyone stands around yelling at each other blaming the battery, the weather, the age of the car.
Wednesday, the House of Representatives postpones a vote because the Bill falls short of what is needed.
Fingers are being pointed like a three stooges episode.
Wednesday, it was reported the President’s numbers are falling like a fat kid on a slip and slide.
Both Democrats and Republicans say the other side is looking at this issue through Ray Charles’ glasses.
Americans are angry. We sent these bozos to DC to get things done, not get on a soap box and trade barbs on CNN.
Pretty soon the government will shut down and then the doom and gloom prophecies begin.
No state parks. That means you won’t be able to walk under the Statue of Liberty’s skirt. The FBI could suffer severe lay offs. That means no more illegal wire taps. Interest rate hikes are expected across the board. That means your 401K will be worth less than a shoe box full of phlegm. Veterans benefits are in the cross hairs. That means Rambo V will feature a Wheel Chair bound Sylvester Stallone. And Adjustable Rate Mortgages are expected to bloat like a corpse in a Louisiana bayou.
If we can’t come to an agreement, even Amy Winehouse will start drinking again.
At my house when I can’t afford it, I don’t buy it. At my house I cut back and turn it off and sometimes buy a less well known brand.
Maybe it’s time for politicians to realize that this country is our house. It deserves some financial respect and fiscal responsibility.
Maybe Democrats and Republicans and Tea Baggers need to pretend the nation’s check book is their own check book and find a way to balance it.
Maybe the idiots we have elected to run this country need to be pulled off the stage with a gigantic hook.
The system is broken. It needs fixing. We have a political system that is like two Sumo Wrestlers who belly bounce each other trying knock the other out of the circle.
What’s the answer? Compromise. Give and take. Some things have to go. Some things will stay.
Some days you eat steak at your house. Some days its franks and beans.
This nation better get its act together or we’ll soon be eating Sushi with chop sticks.
Sianora America.
And that is crazy. ™