SOLD DOWN THE RIVER

Ten years ago Republicans passed a law that they knew had an expiration date of December 31, 2010.  Now they cried, spilled tears and threatened economic damage on jobless citizens and instead of letting the law expire, the president of the United States "cut a deal" and paid the ransom.  That's what he does best, "cave."
Now we are being bombarded with waves of disingenuous rhetoric telling us how good this whole thing has turned out to be.  I am not sold.  Here's what I want to propose.
Because Washington cannot ever either tell the truth nor live the truth,  propose that every law passed should  have a ten year term.  After a while, say over fifty or more years, law makers would spend all their time looking at the laws that they considered to be impossible to let expire.  Then all they would have to do is to argue a bit over how to "tweak" them, vote them up or down and move on.  This is really not such a bad idea because after about 75 years or so, there would not be any new laws to pass, since all the laws being argued would be past constructs.  
The lobbyists would then have nothing to do because they would all know what is expiring and what is going to be either dead or alive, depending on the mood.  
Frankly, if I were president, I would have let them talk all they wanted and then just write "no" on it if they voted to keep it alive.  My only question is, "How hard can it be to enforce the law?  Just do it, damn it!

OBAMA'S A WIMP

LOOKIN' PRETTY JUST HANGIN' THERE

I didn't want to vote for this guy because he caved in to George Bush and the big telecoms on the wiretapping flap.  You know, "we can snoop on our citizens with impunity."  Surely you remember that!  When B.O. did that I swore then, that I would not vote for him.  Sadly, after that, the campaign got longer and McCain got more and more senile and nastier and nastier so I started to have second thoughts.
One of my second thoughts was, "five years in a Vietnamese war prison surely has not trained this guy for public service.  He sure is not ready to do this job."  Then he proved me right, he took Sarah Palin as a running mate.  So, after eight years of a president who can't even speak the English language, who only wants to play war rather than govern, I decided to vote for B.O.
Yup, I can smell it from here.  Health care?  A total disaster.  Compromise after compromise until it got whittled down to next to nothing without a whimper.  Don't Ask, Don't Tell?  Huh?  What's that?  Guantanamo?  Did I hear you say something about that?  Is that in the northern hemisphere somewhere?  Jobs?  What's the problem?  I got one?  Taxes on the rich?  "Read my lips"...yeah we're reading..."well, we can talk about that."  Bullshit!
We can't talk about that, and here's why.   Ten years ago the Republicans knew that  the sun would set on this one on this date certain, 12/31/2010.  They did it anyway.  They gambled. Teach them to be accountable for their actions.  Let the sun set on it and on them too.  Never mind all the fancy talk about 700 billion dollars' debt over ten years.  Talk about, "you knew the consequences of what you did when you did it.  Now jam your consequences and bring them to hell with you."  What's so hard about that?
Talking about consequences.  One of the consequences of being president is that your hair gets grey fast.  Check yourself out in the mirror tomorrow, sir. You can't compromise that.  One other consequence of your compromising habit is that you have only two more years left in office.  You can't compromise that either.  You want to keep your job?  Start playing hockey and stop playing that girls' game of basketball that you love so much.  All we've had for two years is "jukin' 'n jivin around in our shorts and tanktops."  It's time to strap on the pads and and start cracking some bones against the boards.
Yeah, O.B., you're close to done in my book.  Unless Sarah is running against you in 2012, I'm voting for the other side 'cause you ain't showed me nothin'.
After tonite, yer done, hot dog.  You just compromised yourself outta my life.