It's more like a "Das Boot"-plunging-submarine problem. But instead of running around dirty and sweaty -- frantically yelling, "Alarm! Alarm!" and trying to plug the leaks and restart the engine -- our DC boys/girls in their fancy suits/pantsuits are holding "closed-door" meetings and doing Jager shots. No, wait -- that last one is me.
Maybe they SHOULD get the bottle out -- a little German joy juice might lull them into a nice mellow of cooperation and, what's that word again? Oh, yeah -- BIPARTISANSHIP.
Now, when my kids refuse to compromise and the bickering has gone on too long and Mommy has a headache in her eye, I tell them they have to face each other and say, "I'm sorry." If they still refuse to play together, I make them hug for two minutes straight. No talking, just hugging.
If these boys and girls can't get their shit together, I'm sending my niece to Washington:
"Because of you cheeseheads, I lost $10,000 from my 401K!"
And she's bringing her sippy cup o' whupass. Now, in the words of our fearless leader, George Bush (and by "fearless leader," I mean blowmonkey fratboy): "Git 'er DONE!!"
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