Be Careful What You Wish For

Our Barry must be feeling the truth of this adage.  It all seemed a lot of fun capering about the stage with prop seals (”vero possumus” indeed - try “Дала баба динар да се ухвати у коло, а два да се пусти“) and premature ejaculations about a fictive “Office of the President-Elect”.

Now, with a trillion-dollar deficit, negative T-bill yields, and a lengthening line of local-government and big-business beggars bellying up to the Trough of Plenty on Capitol Hill, all before he can say boo to anything Dubya, Nancy, and Harry may imagineer before January 20, he may be wishing there were a very large pot at the end of the LGBT (”Leprechaun Gold Bars Today?”) rainbow.

If this Washington welcome weren’t enough, the conflicting stories over Barry’s association with Blago’s Warehouse of Bargains, made worse by the brazen defiance of the embattled Illinois governor (who, after all, was simply doing things in the time-honored local way), are giving a tarnished and weary air to an Administration that hasn’t even had a chance to install any plumbers or fill any safes in the West Wing.  No wonder the Ministry-of-Truth-Squad has sent questions on this topic down the Memory Hole!

One can readily imagine that, along with the quick withdrawal from Iraq and the soak-the-rich tax hike, the no-smoking-in-the-White-House pledge will be long forgotten before the start of Inauguration festivities (which rumor currently has taking place in a Holiday Inn near a Beltway exit in Virginia).

Horatius