It was the headline that caught my eye.
Today's New York Times:
"Underachieving Congress Appears in No Hurry to Change Things Now."
The story goes onto bemoan a Republican House, in particular, that has just two weeks left before, and I quote:
"...it's likely entry into the congressional record book for underachievement."
No grand budget. No grand anything.
No legislation. No bills. No laws. No time.
And now, out of time.
That was their sin.
They didn't do.
They didn't spend.
They're underachieving because they're preventing the wheels of government itself from moving.
And it got me thinking. It happens now and then.
Since when is underachieving defined by under-delivering on spending?
Or new laws?
Or new mandates?
Or new rules?
Or decrees from Washington?
Since when are these the things by which we judge the accomplishments of Washington?
Me? I think Congress should get a gold star for largely sitting on its collective pin-striped kiester.
Given a choice between their sitting on their hands and giving us the deeper-in-debt finger.
I'll take their hands and give them a hand.
I mean, haven't we taken this notion of bringing home the bacon a bit too far?
If I were running for Congress, you know what my motto would be?
No bridge to nowhere.
No highway project anywhere.
No post office in my honor.
No federal buildings in anyone's honor.
You want pork?
I'm giving you squat.
So chew on that.
And think about this.
What if 435 members of Congress and 100 senators did that?