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Abe, these days it’s called The State of Confusion. Heck, they can’t even remember yours or George’s birthday, so they properly celebrate neither.
Congress swings like a pendulum do. It’s not the tick-tocking those people should heed, but the hearbeat of the naton. Hope springs eternal, but these days its spring gets less bounce for the ounce.
Alas, there’s but a third of the herd. Bring on the elephants and donkeys (the ones we call clowns).
Abe, these days it’s called The State of Confusion. Heck, they can’t even remember yours or George’s birthday, so they properly celebrate neither.