For all intensive purposes, it's a doggy-dog world. If you're not in agreeance you got another think coming. Some flustrated people believe there's a consinct escape goat. In other worlds, these ostenspacious showhards wanna find some rebel rouser to throw to the bond fire. They think some sacrificial ham is gonna take us off the curly roads put us back on the straightened arrow.
Now anyone with eyebulbs can see that those Pre-Madonna Extreme Court Justices are sending this repugnant to Hell in a handbag with their physical policies, but I don't think that getting on a magnaphone and making them walk the pain off a skyscratcher is going to give the economy a junk start.
We are in the mist of things, arguing about this now is a mute point. Anyone can tell you that it takes two to tangle, and that's why I think compromise is the lesser of two equals. Maybe America is choking on its just deserves, but I don't think ejecting a political branch with a Heimlich remover is going to illicit the right response.
I'd be happy as a clown to make Washington tow the line, but it takes a real goal getter to make them put their John Henry on any piece of legislature--even if it is your last stitch effort. That's why I've been drinking the vim and vinegar I need to have the worth ethic of a valevictorian. If more people follow my egg sample, I've got a sick sense that Congress will soon be standing at a tension.

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