Stumbling Down the Yellow Brick Road – Part Deux

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Can you believe how fast The Clock has moved? Our newest President, The Tall Stranger, has been in office now for half a year.  The 3 Women with him seem to have settled nicely into the Enchanted Cottage; a new school, a new vegetable garden and a new dog.

Supposedly, we are On the Road to Utopia!  But my friends, it may only be La Grand Illusion.  If Once Upon a Honeymoon is now over, shouldn’t we take a closer look at some of Yankee Doodle Dandies who inhabit our governing ranks?

Let’s start with Congress?  Some members of this Charade seem to come and go before we know who they are and are like the Invisible Man: doing a lot of unseen damage.  Some others never, ever go away and just seem to like Being There.  The Circus we call Capitol Hill is becoming A Human Comedy.   The Democrat’s Lady By Choice had said to the Republicans Let’s Dance.  Instead, this Friendly Persuasion approach turned into A Bridge Too Far, resulting in Lost Horizons.  Yes, Congress wants a Farewell to Arms in the Middle East.  Yes, they want to protect The Good Earth.  Yes, they want the healthcare community to make sure everyone is Young At Heart.  Yes, they want to make sure the world knows that Tobacco Road is Blood Alley.   Even the Court Jesters, who thought Wall Street was their own personal piggy bank, found out that Congress wanted to Catch a Thief.   At the same time, Detroit, who made the Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang (actually Chitty should probably be spelled a little differently) cars, wanted A Fist Full of Dollars and swore they would do even better For a Few Dollars More.  How could Congress say “no” to any of these requests?  They knew their own personal Picnic was being underwritten by the lobbyists who work on behalf of those very same industries. The Man With the Golden Arm said please, Take the Money and Run, and Congress was Spellbound.

We probably shouldn’t even spend much time on those at the State level who consider that part of their job description is to be a Don Juan in La Dolce Vita.  They keep lusting after any Victor/Victoria that comes along.  One even traveled Down Argentine Way.  Hey, Governor or Senator or whatever, it would be cheaper for your taxpayers if you would just pick up the telephone and dial 555-Call Me Madame.

Even the past leaders, the Thief of Bagdad and the Mummy, who got a travel voucher from the voters last fall saying Two for the Road, still want to Bang the Drum Slowly.  They keep telling us how their time in office was the Days of Wine and Roses, and if we move away from their policies, it will become Blood on the Sun. They had their chance and blew it, so Sorry, Wrong Number.

I guess as long as we have the Government Printing Office, better known as Casino Royale, the Little Caesars and Designing Women of Washington will keep spending. What else do they have to do?  It isn’t like they have a real job.

I fear Stormy Weather ahead.  Hopefully, it won’t become America’s rendition of the Fall of the Roman Empire.  Oh well, its going to be a Long, Hot Summer, but Come Next Spring, everything will be better.  With any luck at all, our Bright Eyes will see that we have achieved A Sweet Smell of Success and it will leave us Breathless.