Yes, you, Governor. And you, too, Governor.
My governor, who didn't like members of a state board suing his friends at the oil companies and fired them all. So the other members of the board voted to go ahead with the suit anyway.
And you, too, congressman, who was so pissed off that your effort to keep people from buying health insurance under your own scheme failed that you shut down the government. Then came crawling back and voted for the funding to open it without winning anything.
You, too, senator, who spent years blocking decent, dedicated people from public service, until your colleagues had had enough and took away your power to jam the machinery.
All you bullies. Fuck you.
We've had it with you. And that's something.
See, we seem to be able to put up with a lot of screwing-over. We'll settle for wholly-owned subsidiary excuses for representatives, guys who'll smile as they sell us down the river for their rich friends. We'll re-elect the basest hustlers and horse-traders, the most transparent liars and double-dealers, so long as they bring us our block grants and bridges to nowhere.
But it appears we've finally drawn a line, however thin and faint. We're like the banker and the sutler and the madam in the old Westerns, the last ones to admit that that rustler gang needed cleaning out.
We've revisited that old song about not negotiating with terrorists.
So, if you think all you've got to do to get ahead in this town is flex a little muscle, flash off an off-system email to a guy who can bring down some heat, I advise you to watch coming events in the Garden State.
You'll find even sutlers and madams have their limits.
Barely related, patently self-serving update: Since this thing ended up on the rec list while I was sleeping, I might as well plug the new These Guys video one more time.