He sighed softly to himself, he couldn’t believe how horribly things have gone, just 8 months ago he was at the top of the world, he was sworn in as Speaker of the House and he had power. It made him weep, he wasn’t just weeping for himself, he was weeping for America, he was weeping for all he had attained in this world and for everything that seemed to be sliding right through his finger tips. He felt things slipping away. He couldn’t keep these recalcitrant freshman in line, they seemed to think they could crash the economy and come out looking like hero’s! He knew better, but had no idea what he could do to get these folks in line.
He was looking down while walking back to the ranch and muttering about “that fucking Jim Jordan (R) Ohio, who the fuck does he think he is anyway?” He was whispering loudly to himself and didn’t seem to care if anyone heard him. He was clearly angry and clearly he wanted some sort of revenge. He quickly grabbed the pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket, he had that smokers habit of beating the end of the package against his hand before grabbing one and lighting up. He lit up and took a long hard first drag, as though he were sucking in all his problems and releasing them in several circles of smoke. He liked to play with his cigarette that way, it calmed him, until now. He simply didn’t know what he would do to get these folks in line, clearly they were ready to crash the economy and seemed not to comprehend on any level the complexity of the crisis that faced the United States. “Do they even care if we are ever elected again?” He was now talking loudly to himself as he entered his favorite pub the 19th Hole.
“Hey John”, yelled the bartender, he could clearly see the speaker needed a drink and he needed on badly. He was rushing to get the mans favorite drink ready, the Bellini, he was pretty sure tonight the man was going to need more than one.
John of Orange drank all night long, he knew things were never going to get any better. He knew deep down inside the first two years of his speakership might be his last two years in congress.
Crossposted at DAGBlog
The Annoying Orange would be well served by a decision to retire.
So would America.
The Teabaggers have overreached faster than even cynical me thought possible, though they do have a chance of wrecking much of society on their way to their richly deserved personal hells.
Personally, I’m in favor of President Obama invoking the 14th and rendering this whole House tantrum irrelevant. Should they try to impeach him, as they might (because they are not only monomaniacal but profoundly stupid) they’ll learn that not only will it inevitably fail in the Senate, but it will strengthen President Obama’s hand.
The end for these clowns can not come fast enough. They can not fall far enough. Let it begin.
It is weird they seem willing to take down the entire country and maybe the world, for what? I don’t get them, I wish I did, I think most of them like the Joe Walsh from Illinois are just plain dumb.
Do you remember Dick Gregory’s write-in campaign for President many years ago?
One thing he said that has stuck with me for a long time: “This nation is insane!”
He was right. Still is, I think.
maybe they will all choke on an icecube
Mr. Orange may weep for what he might have been, but the country is weeping for what we were and what we are becoming. Orange has me Tee-ed off!