It has become abundantly clear that the Republican Caucus of the US House of Representatives is unwilling or unable to perform their assigned roles in governing the United States.
So they spend their time playing Grown Ups Day games, writing legislation that will never pass to please an ever-shrinking but ever-louder portion of their base. Kallii Joy has the latest example on a front page near you.
While it may be some small comfort knowing that the makework with which these chowderheads fill their days has no chance of actually becoming the law of the land, it is nonetheless infuriating that tradesmen we pay to get a job done simply will not work.
And the gig's not that onerous. $170K a year, nice bennies, parking, free postage for god's sake. For a four-day work week. When they feel like showing up.
Like many Americans, I've bloody had it. I understand we are contractually obliged to keep them on the payroll for another two years. Fine. But if they won't do the work for which they were hired, I will be good and god damned if I'm going to simply let them lay on my leg. I am the damned boss on this job, and I want to get something for my dough.
Some of these slackers are whining that their well-heeled constituents can't get a tour of the White House because of their refusal to do their jobs. Fine. Walk up the Avenue and show 'em around. A regular White House tour guide makes less that a fifth of your salary, so we'll be expecting a tour experience far beyond the ordinary, bucko.
Last time I was up in the District, the New York Av corridor was just as grungy and littered as ever. Maybe a couple of you could snap on the fluorescent green vests and get some of that trash up, eh? Be just the thing for a bunch of guys who came to town promising to "clean up Washington."
The bridges are constantly in need of scraping and painting. Shouldn't be hard to learn the skills. I'm sure there some old hands who could walk you through it.
Last time I looked, Union Station was still netted up to keep the ceiling falling on tourists and travelers. Surely that isn't too far to walk to work?
Heck, what I hear on the news is there's a ton of snow on the ground in need of some shovel work. Pull on your boots and get huffing.
Truth to tell, I don't give a hairy rat's patoot what you turn your hands to. Just get to something.
Because if there's one thing I learned from you guys during the last beauty contest, it's that we hard-working, tax-paying Americans have to put our feet down and put a stop to lazy, shiftless freeloaders sucking at the public teat.
So grab that idiot stick. The blade or brush is at the far end, in case you've never seen one.