Good afternoon. On the, eerily familiar, 3:58PM out of the City. Day four of the US Government Shutdown. Tempers are flaring.
I am specifically talking about Dr. Jeckyl-Hyde, who has just sat down in his usual seat, some ten rows back, across the aisle from me and against the window. My favorite, Joe Torre looking self-stimulating co-commuter is in full attack mode! I am entranced to the point of vertigo similar to watching the online trailers for “Gravity”, just out in theaters (check local listings).
Evidently the moderate part of his bifurcated conversation has his frontal lobe and is, again, trying to remind his Earl-Gray-happy personality that there is nothing to negotiate. Nothing. RINO continues (to his reflection on the window), that using the CR, or the budget, or the debt ceiling as a end-sum-game, and then saying that continued closure is the fault of the constitutionally governing that it is their fault for not agreeing to demands, is near treasonous! This legislative standoff is having global security implications soon. If Hans Gruber, or more poignently Angela Merkel for that matter (currently running the Euro) did the same thing, we’d bring her to the UN or the Hague!
No we wouldn’t, says a pouty and surprisingly quiet Dr. Jeckyl. He goes on to month the following “We don’t like Obamacare. We dontdontdontdontdont like it.” He stomps his foot, which attracts the attention of a few fellow riders around him, forcing him to stop silent-talking and read his free magazine.
As the train leaves the station, my wife calls to fell me to come straight home instead of me going to the gym. OK. She seems happy-excited about something. I hope we won the lottery or something.
Truth be told, Dr. Jeckyl-Hyde wore me out. Richard Harris, Yao Ming, Jason Alexander, Michelle Bachmann (God! She’s everywhere!), the lead singer from Spin Doctors, and Chef Robert Irvine. All are armed.
Have a good weekend. Stay engaged and on track.