Dear George,
Just when I think congressional democrats have sunk as low as they could possibly sink, they surprise me. I really thought they had bottomed out when you vetoed the SCHIP extension and then turned around, and in the same breath, asked for an additional $150 billion to keep your Iraq fiasco going.
You had bent over and spread your cheeks, daring the democrats to put it to you. Even a third-rate party on the cusp of extinction because nobody had voted for them in years would have rammed that veto up your waiting ass. It would have screamed and bellowed; it would have displayed moving pictures of sick American children and dead Iraqi children; it would have smeared egg all over your face. In short, it would have raised hell until it had knocked another five points off your anemic approval ratings.
When the only thing to come out of the congressional democrats was an embarrassed silence, I figured you had finally broken them completely. I thought that is it, they will hover in their cloakroom and take sacred oaths never, ever to do anything to disrespect you again, ever in their lives.
Damned if they didn’t surprise me by sinking even lower.
Here is America losing a war, losing her constitution, losing her economy, and weeping as she is slowly turned into a police state by a power-mad plutocracy, and the democrats announce that they are going to shorten their workweek to spend more time with their families.
Families, my ass! The poor darlings are simply stressed. It’s not easy wimping out. Habitual wimpiness produces a nervous anxiety that gnaws at the soul and saps ones energy. The congressional democrats need to crawl home with their tails between their legs and prostate themselves before their altars of submission and in acts of oblation and self-flagellation swear that they will bow even lower to your every whim and fancy. They will dedicate themselves to the proposition that every threat that issues forth from their collective mouth will turn to dust the second it hits the air. They will take vows of poverty, pledging to keep their massive campaign contributions in separate accounts.
In short, they will return as political serfs in troth to the Lord of the White Castle.
Not that it will be that much of a change.
Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones
6:23:20 AM 
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