Destination Mars

Every time I hear a Republican Congress critter lie or attempt to block and obstruct, or even speak,

I think—shouldn’t this person be in the penalty box, in a timeout somewhere, serving an unpaid leave of absence, or sitting in the corner with a dunce cap on? Yet, there they are, strutting about and blowing hard like nothing happened, like it’s business as usual, like they all didn’t just go out and collectively crap on our own lawn every day for the last four years.

Something is fundamentally wrong with our system when one of our planet's

biggest assholes can lose three popular votes (counting the Senate here) and still claim victory, when our government’s vestigial structure (again the Senate) can monkey wrench effective government for years upon the feted whims of a power mad amphibian, and when a lunatic minority (you got it, the Senate) can hold sway over an apparently more creative and intelligent majority. It’s (the Senate) not functional. It’s corrupt. It’s diseased.

It's a sorry, embarrassing sight to behold:

Republican Senators are behaving like a coupla dozens abused dogs who’ve never met running around a yard they’ve never been in before. They are manic, needy, and afraid. And, sadly, at this point, they represent no one and nothing.