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The Guv’mint Shutdown, Maureen Dowd, and Zombie Washington

First off, the disclaimer: it is my intention to steer clear of politics as much as possible.  My personal platform lies well outside the standard corruptions of the 2-party system, and nobody really cares what I think, anyway.  But enough is enough.  My friend Amy sent me a link to a must-read Maureen Dowd column, just when I thought Dowd had lost all relevance.  You ought to read it.  Kudos, Maureen.

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/10/06/opinion/sunday/dowd-welcome-to-ted-cruzs-thunderdome.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&smid=fb-share

Ted Cruz was born in Canada, and his father was a communist soldier in Castro’s takeover of Cuba? Fascinating–it seems Teddy might be over-compensating a little–who thought this was all about some blowhard’s Daddy Issues? Nevertheless, I find neither party’s platform and actions satisfactory, but let’s be honest here, Boehner needs to get his house in order. Maybe this is the moment the 2-party system should be put out of it’s misery, now that the right has adopted the “I’m taking my ball and going home” philosophy of governance. Let the Tea Party whackjobs be the Tea Party (and tell ’em to stop giving misanthropes such a bad name), the mainstream Republicans can dust off that photo of Dwight Eisenhower and get back to business with a couple different factions of Democrats, one of which won’t be overpopulated with timid sissies. The next round of elections should be really interesting. If only we could follow Dowd’s analogy and reanimate Tip O’Neill. He’d get this crap straightened out in time for cocktail hour.

By JunkChuck

Native, Militant Westsylvanian (the first last best place), laborer, gardener, and literary hobbyist (if by literary you mean "hack"). I've had a bunch of different blogs, probably four, due to a recurring compulsion to start over. This incarnation owes to a desire to dredge up the best entries of the worst little book of hand-scrawled poems I could ever dream of writing, salvageable excerpts from fiction both in progress and long-abandoned. and a smattering of whatever the hell seems to fit at any particular moment. At first blush, I was here just to focus on old, terrible verse, but I reserve the right to include...anything. Maybe everything, certainly my love of pulp novels, growing garlic, the Pittsburgh Steelers and howling at the moon--both figuratively and, on rare occasions, literally.

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