So I'm standing in my shower and it sounds like someone has broken into my house and is coming down the hall. My mind raced. Did I lock the front door? Should I have locked the bathroom door? I thought of the movie Psycho.
Squirrels. And by the sound of their racket, there must be four or five of them playing tag in my attic. Right now they are bounding off the sides of the house above my head as I sit here typing. I live in the city. Can't shoot those buggers. Yeah...there's a way to get them out of the attic. But I'm not capable. So...I listen to their antics and suffer the consquences of their frollicking madness. Much like I must listen to the nuts in our government today.
What can I do about the 700,000 dollars that the Social Security Department spent on a fancy vacation--uh, hmmmmn--meeting regarding the demise of the Social Security System? What voice do I have in the passage of all these bills that legislators are forcing through Congress which have pushed our national deficit beyond one trillion (that's 1,000,000,000,000) near-worthless dollars? What good does it do me to know the answer to fixing the games politicians are playing with American lives in the rooftops of Washington, D.C.? What difference does it make that the lying, cheating, thieving, adulterous, conniving, manipulating, dishonest, politicians care more about getting re-elected than hearing and following the voice of constituents?
Apparently not much. Not much at all. selahV
