
Or, as I've begun to call it--Meerkat Manor.
We all love those cute little Animal Planet creatures that inhabit multi-chambered burrows in remote South African deserts. They're so remarkably photogenic: perky, attentive, friendly, eager-to-please--and they seem to spend all of their time scurrying about from here to there without actually doing anything or going anywhere.
Just like our president and the Democrats in Washington. Apparently, in 2008, we elected a whole colony of innocuous meerkats, who have little inclination to do anything other than chirp, peep, cock their heads coyly and wait for something to happen.

Obama, Geithner, Holder, Napolitano, Axelrod, Reid, Baucus, Hoyer--God, such sweet little meerkats. Quick, take a picture! And today, most of them are meeting with the likes of Boehner, Cantor, Kyl and McConnell--all of whom are great, lumbering war elephants, perfectly prepared--indeed eager--to stomp out the entire meerkat population--and in so doing turn Meerkat Manor into an inelegant dust wallow for addlepated and malevolent pachyderms.
Yet, the peeping and chirping and head-bobbing continue.
It seems pretty hopeless, doesn't it? Galumph!
And, in the unlikely event that some of the meerkats survive the war elephant stampede, there is another critter stalking about nearby (well, actually in sight of Russia--but still dangerously "near"), waiting for a tasty little snack: a hella mean mama grizzly bear.

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