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The Republicans don't want to play, sir! And, sadly, neither do some Democrats.
Sen. Mike Enzi, Republican of Wyoming, screwed up and spoke the truth the other week, revealing his party's approach to health care reform for all to see, while Max Baucus, alleged Democrat of Montana, has been perfect in his mole---er, uh---role, playing Iago to your Othello.
I am not, nor have I ever been, a huge fan of Bill Maher, but he's bullseye-accurate on this issue: You will have to employ the spectacularly-misnamed reconciliation maneuver in order to get what you---and a majority of the people---want.
Sorry to have to tell you this, Mr. President, but, when you step up to the podium tomorrow night, the gloves really must come off!
Point your finger! Pound that podium! And yes, be angry! (Hey, it worked well enough for the Town Hall Tinfoilers and Tea Party Troglodytes!)
Don't spend a lot of time on the GOP: With the possible exception of les Madames du Maine, their minds were made up last Election Night. This speech must needs be a laser to the brains of testicularly-deficient Democrats. Make absolutely clear to them that, if THEY are not on your side, yea verily, there SHALT appear a David, challenging their collective Goliath, in next year's primary.
It's fourth and a mile, sir, the game is on the line, and you simply cannot afford to worry about players for the opposition---or, regrettably, some members of your own team---getting trampled on the play.
GO LONG! GO STRONG!
(Hey, that rhymes! Well then, in keeping with my newly-self-realized fusion of football and poetry, I shall offer one more suggestion, for when this matter is over and done with:
Punt that Baucus outta the caucus!)
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