This is that wonderful time of the year. The holidays? Well, that, too, but I’m talking about the time where all of the politicians gather on that shining hill and try to force-feed themselves every last bill they slow-walked the rest of the year. Why do they do this?
I don’t really know, but I like to think of it as placing all the near-dead bodies in between them and the Congress Building’s front door. In order to escape back to their hinterlands, all of the legislators have to deal with each one fast and furious. Don’t look too closely. Glom over the little print. Close their eyes and sign on the dotted line.
Some of their finest work.