Have you ever taken a bit out of a hamburger, and thought "this tastes funny", but ate it anyway? That's what Uncle Sam did - he wolfed down a toxic meal of the Republican Party, and now he's at the porcelain goddess getting it out of his system.
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I'm not a doctor, but I've been thinking of Uncle Sam as a medical patient in an intensive care ward. But Maybe that's not the best analogy: food poisoning seems like a better analogy.
I've had food poisoning a couple times, because I wasn't wise and ignored the warning signs that what I was eating wasn't right. Then it hits you. You need to get it out of your system, but as I'm sure we all know, it's a very unpleasant experience.
At first, you begin to feel a bit off, then you lie down, figuring that will do the trick. It doesn't. You lie perfectly still, trying not to vomit. You feel that if you even move a muscle, you'll throw up. Then you realize that you can't put it off any longer. You go over to the porcelain goddess and get it out of your system.
Again, an extremely unpleasant experience. But at that moment, it's the best thing for you. When it's done, you feel better. Maybe not good but at least better
That's what I feel Uncle Sam is going through right now. Uncle Sam wolfed down the Republican dinner special, ignoring the odd taste. Uncle Sam's been feeling sick for a while. Right now, the toxins are being painfully purged out of our country's system. It's unpleasant, but necessary.
Of course, after Uncle Sam is finished, and back on his feet, we'll still have to remind him not to order the Republican dinner special again.