You've dialed DC until your fingers are worn to nubs. You've spoken to Senate staff & interns until you're blue in the face and your voice is shot.
Now the Senate is going into recess and we still have no health insurance reform bill. Why?
The debate has been shaped by the Blue Dogs and not by the Senate Majority leader, who has, as usual, rolled over and played dead at the slightest sign of aggression from either the Blue Dog or Goopasaurs.
With that in mind, I have been seeking a way for me and fellow Kossacks to vent our collective frustration at the Senate Dems for having a 60-set "majority" and failing to do anything productive. So what to do?
Like the Beatles at the end of the animated film Yellow Submarine, I suggest we sing our way out of this cul-de-sac we find ourselves in. Music is not only a balm for the soul; it also can and should be an outlet for social comment and, in this case, political satire.
I therefore humbly suggest that we take the melody of "Frosty The Snowman" and create our own lyrics to express our lack of faith in the Majority Leader and those Blue Dogs.
I will get the ball rolling with the first line of a verse or two, and everyone else can chime in by posting in the comments section--if anyone wants to pick up an instrument and a webcam and post the video, you're more than welcome to do so.
Harry The Doormat,
Rolls over and plays dead,
When the Blue Dogs bark...
(here you go, folks!)
Harry The Doormat,
Caves in most every time,
Have at him, folks! Who knows, maybe we can make this thing go viral...