This will likely be the shortest diary I've ever written, or ever will write.
Driving to my church job this morning (it's all part of being a choral musician: on Sundays I belong to Baby Jesus), I had a small epiphany concerning how to succinctly summarize the true agenda of the Two White Guys In Suits we're campaigning against.
(Actually, I think it's more important what we're campaigning for -- like decent health care -- but that's another diary, and there are far more compelling voices taking care of that around here, I know).
You can give credit for this insight, presuming you like it, to the Higher Power of your Choice: Ceiling Cat, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, the Ineffable Ground of All Being, or the Magick That Moves The Tides Unbidden.
Join me below the squishy thing for the unveiling.
We know what Willard specializes in: the neutron bomb approach to venture capitalism.
And we know what Paulie-boy's agenda vis-a-vis Social Security, Medicare, and all the related programs is: gut 'em and cut 'em.
So, without further ado, here's what they really stand for (in my humble but totally accurate opinion):
"You're Fired ... And You're On Your Own."
Not the America I want to live in. You?
Discuss.