My youngest son’s favorite thing to do in the world right now is play a computer fantasy/strategy game called Heroes IV. One of the units in the game is a thunderbird, a giant condor that calls down bolts of lightning as it pecks its foes with its mighty beak. My son calls this “the electric chicken”, a far superior name, I think.
Oh that I had an electric chicken! I’d set that sucker loose on those cats in Washington playing chicken with American lives and livelihoods. Assuming the government shutdown and soon-to-follow default haven’t been engineered by the nefarious Illuminati, maybe some lightning bolts in the appropriate asses would get those folks steppin’ and fetchin’, doing what they should have been doing all along—serving the American people, which as far as I can tell is the opposite of what they’re doing now.
As I’ve said before, I despise politics, and I try to keep things light in this blog, but this madness is hard to ignore. Where are the flag-waving patriots now, screaming “America!” between beer belches and providing slurred protests that this is the greatest country in the world? Maybe it is; I don’t know: I haven’t been to every country in the world. But I think we lose those hillbilly bragging rights when our government parties, like two spoiled brats crashing their expensive RC cars into one another, play a game of “don’t flinch” with parts of the government. This whole thing makes me sick, and I wish I could offer a solution rather than just complaint. At least I hope this shutdown shakes people up some. I don’t want my kids to have to deal with a revolution, but when a government becomes a danger to its people, what other recourse is there?