Those are the first words I heard when I woke up this morning on the first day of 2013. They came from my four-year-old grandson. He was tormenting his little sister, who shares the middle bedroom in our house when they come to stay.
I didn't think of them when I heard him, though. Too much blabber about the Fiscal Cliff in the last month. Instead, I thought of the US Congress and the living deadbeats who pretend to have the interest of all of us on their mind. There they sit, clutching their "No new taxes" loyalty oaths, and "No cuts to entitlement program" manifestos, pretending to be doing the nation's business.
I picture them stumbling to their seats in the Congressional chambers, arms outstretched, eyes rolled back into their heads, drooling like zombies over the prospect of munching another day on the tender flesh of innocent children or frail senior citizens, whatever the case may be.
Most lack empathy or sympathy. All are so locked into their ideologies that there is virtually no chance of changing their minds.
Dead hearts.
Dead minds.
I'm with Mr. Burns. Release the hounds.
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