Don't you love farce, my fault, I fear. I thought you'd want what I want. Sorry my dear! But where are the clowns? Send in the clowns! Don't bother, they're here!- From Stephen Sondheim's "Send In The Clowns"
Labor Day has passed. Congress has returned to their den of iniquity/frat house and put their performing suits back on in a vain attempt to mask (vain only to the sentient among us) what what they really are. Washington will now revert to what it considers normal and good. The caretakers of the cesspool have returned!But, I had a dream last night! My dream was so realistic, for a dream: When I looked at the Capitol building last night, I swear I saw a huge banner that read "Welcome Back, Clowns!!!" "Send In The Clowns" played loudly across The Mall, from the Lincoln Memorial to the Capitol Building! The soundwaves bounced off the reflecting pool all the way up to the heavens. You could hear it on the International Space Station. Every ship in Space Force could hear it. By popular decree, it was the new national anthem! Simultaneously, the faces of Donald Trump and his entire administration swept across the foggy night sky in beams of light like so many bizarro world bat signals.Today, you can bet the DC clowns are spending a lot of time joking among themselves and trading what they perceive as war stories about having to spend their summer recess talking to the voters instead of the people they really listen to, their scumbag lobbyist money dealers back at the big domed club. "Oh to talk to K Street again!" "Where's the hookers?" "Gimme some of that adderall the president likes so much," they bellow as the glasses clink together.Now they get back to enabling a madman president who not only puts children in cages and laughs, he plays God and picks out specific children to die of cancer because he feels entitled to do so. THIS is Congress 2019 folks. Insanity, mayhem and death is their business. Fuck these people. Fuck this parade of chimps, assholes, and morons. Start with the dual drum majorettes of Congress, Pelosi and Moscow Mitch who caress and nurture this evil. Hand me a very large weed wacker! Better yet, we should put on suits of our own, hazmat suits, and just march them all into John Cleese's rotating blades, all the while humming "Send In The Clowns," of course.I have another dream, a dream that, one day, Washington will be judged not by what it wears, not by "The Mask," but by the content of its character, and then dealt with accordingly. This dream is much more unrealistic. So, now, where's that weed wacker? It runs on bile; never needs recharging. Sad.