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Edited on Thu Dec-17-09 05:39 PM by Javaman
Come their "holiday recess", they will all suddenly stop, smile, pat each other on the back, wipe faux sweat from their brows, hoist a few and go home.
The ones that are supposed to "give a damn" will help roll up the carpets, put away the chairs and join their brethren in some holiday cheer.
Where is the out rage? Where are the acts of defiance?
Those things, my friend, are written in the pages of Hollywood scripts. Where good wins out over evil and the little guy catches a break. That's why those movies sell so well, because they are written whole cloth from the minds of fiction writers.
There will be a few that will mumble and grumble as to "why aren't we doing the peoples work?", that unnamed senator, representative will shout!
But when that gavel falls, they all, even the grumblers, will gather their papers and go out to the masses to weave tales of how hard they really "tried".
They will be in their warm homes, eating their gut busting meals and knowing that their health plan will take care of them if they choke on a bone from the roasted beast.
And within any direction of a dozen or less miles from that same little Hallmark moment gathering, there will be people, we the people, struggling to pay bills, deciding whether to eat, pay the mortgage/rent, the medical bill or keep the heat on.
While they make their plans for reelection, we make our plans to survive and live.
I'm tired of it all. I really am. I'm sick of these thieves, sycophants and glad-handers that masquerade as people representing out "best" interests.
I will be impressed, really impressed of one of these store bought tools actually shows a little guts and keeps congress in session into the holidays.
THAT would spark, in me, a flame of hope. That would show me that someone anyone cares about we the people.
Alas I feel as I am reading that script from Hollywood again.
Sigh.
These are, indeed, the times that try ones souls.
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