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Jan 4, 2013
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What color are the ginger ponies in your world?

John Boehner looks bad, though to many in Washington he’s a sympathetic figure because they know how much he wanted a historic agreement on the great issue of his time. Some say he would have been happy to crown his career with it, and if that meant losing a job, well, a short-term loss is worth a long-term crown. Mr. Obama couldn’t even make a deal with a man like that, even when it would have made the president look good.

Johnny twied, but Bawack was mean. Aww. Let someone remind Peggers that the Speaker walked away from bargaining in order to accessorize his ‘Plan B’ truncheon with poison spikes and accordingly wave it at the President. The bill raised the highest tax threshold to a million dollars, threw the estate taxes back to the Bush era, and retained the miniscule rates on dividends and capital gains. Meanwhile it let expire the Child Tax and American Opportunity Tax Credits. Net result: Millionaires got a $118,000 tax break, the working poor got a $1,000 tax increase.

It was everything a Republican guerrilla could want. And Boehner’s people pissed on it. Had any survived, a single ‘Plan B’ provision would have caused the President to veto whatever bill came his way. But Boehner couldn’t get his own terrorists to carry the dynamite. The legislation wasn’t bad enough. Not nearly destructive enough. Though it favored the rich over the poor by hundreds of billions of dollars, it was too liberal. Give us something really despicable, they said, something we can get behind. The Speaker quickly adjourned the House and flew home. Oh Peggy the President has lost his mind.

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  1. Rev. Howard Furst  •  Jan 6, 2013 @5:14 pm
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    In my ancestral homeland in the Wild West, there was a gentleman who lived alone on his parcel of land with a flock of sheep. Although or perhaps because he was the only college graduate in the county (in the 1930s), other gentlemen in the ranching community would tease him when he came into town for provisions and a slice of reasonably fresh huckleberry pie. They would smirkily request details concerning his favorite method for having carnal relations with the sheep (pause to recall that some people say “The Lord is my Shepherd” as if it was a comforting thought). One day, he called their bluff and explained that he had constructed a short, narrow passageway ending at the edge of a cliff. A hapless ewe led into this passageway realized her predicament and persistently tried to back up, due to an innate reflexive fear of attempting to fly, even though this resulted in impaling the flower of her ewehood on the privy member of the gentleman farmer standing behind her. I relate this tale solely for the purpose of leaving readers with the indelible image of Speaker Boehner trapped in a narrow passageway (boxed in by dimwitted teabaggers) facing the “Fiscal Cliff”, as he reluctantly but inexorably backs up bare-assed onto President Barack Mandingo Obama’s righteous Sword. As long as the honorable opposition to the President and his party insist on creating fantasy strawman caricatures of him in their disinformation bubbles, I shall attempt to provide such assistance.

  2. toma  •  Jan 7, 2013 @5:37 am
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    And God bless you for that. That is political imagery unfortunately long for this world, as long now as I’m in it.