I remember once getting into a flag football game [at the time I weighed a whopping 145 pounds], and was placed in the backfield as the blocker for the quarterback.  This sounded out as a reasonable proposition until I looked across the line at a gorilla-like apparition that was the defensive lineman.  I was just a little worried, but was assured by my captain that he had everything under control and, at the very least, all I had to do was chip block the gargantuan after he had been taken care of by our stalwart offensive line, and our star passer would have completed his play for a touchdown.

Stop me if you have  heard this story before.

My captain, in spite of his assurances to the contrary, missed his block.  Cringing, I assumed the blocking position [as seen on TV], and prepared to meet my maker.  The guy hit me so hard that I literally was lifted off my feet and landed some five feet to the rear in the lap of our star.  I could not breathe nor move.  On top of the pain, embarrassment, and inability to move my extremities, the monster gazed down on my inert body and sneered.  Oh, the shame of it all!  Because I was out of breath, I could not respond.  I got up and tried again, and eventually the cocky, big guy got tired and I was able to pick him off toward the end.  Didn't do me much good though.  Took a long time to heal.

That is kind of how I feel about the recent events in Washington.  Kicked in the chest by my president and his minions.  Worse yet, I have been betrayed by the republicans I voted for, Snowe and Collins.  What a tragedy!  The Maine press, as expected, is hailing the unselfish acts of mercy of my senators as pure bi-partisanship.  Can't take anymore.  Need to retire to catch my breath and heal my broken spirit. I voted for republican women and got Allen and Andrews in a dress.

How long will it take for the apparent 50% of the American public, that is enthusiastically embracing socialism, to wake up to the cruel hoax being played upon them?  Do not look behind the curtain.  Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.  Just watch the beautiful show on the TV.  Everything will be alright.  Just listen to what I say. Questions are insulting to one of my stature.

May I recommend Mark Steyn for your reading pleasure.  Mark, along with Victor David Hanson gets it right, and helps to relieve shortness of breath.

There is hope.  Pitchers and catchers have reported.  The snow will soon melt.  Chalk lines will be laid down.  The plate will be dusted.  Spikes will claw out a stance in the box.  Toeing the rubber, the hurler will stare down the batter.  The umpire, " I call em as I sees em", squats and cries out - Play Ball!  Life is good.