All the Dr. Frankensteins in Congress and the White house apparently can't love their monster. Neither can they kill it.
With one stroke from Congress, tomorrow, the last day before their monster gobbles up struggling children, seniors, teachers and government workers, a one-line law could be written and passed to repeal the sequester. It would never get the jolt that would make it live in all its grotesque undead mimicry of mortal being.
It is almost midnight; almost February 28, that last day before March 1st the day when all the self-inflicted shit from all the Frankensteins' fans spews across our land, destroying almost three quarters of a million jobs. That's in addition to eviscerating funds for kids' vaccinations, nutrition programs, baby's formulas under the WIC program to support new mothers, and on and on and on and on these deaths by a thousand cuts go on.
Will Congress prevent their own monster from wreaking havoc? Or will it take the townsfolk rising up with our pitch forks and fire once these mad doctors do nothing tomorrow and thereby allow their monster, Sequester, to prey on the unfortunate?