Dear Congress,

Clearly, you do not have your Health, and clearly you do not Care, so why pretend otherwise? I mean, you don't hold seeings and you done smelt a gas. The risk really is -- if you neglect your well-being, then you may, in fact, imperil your senses, and that may jeopardize your Hearings. What ever happened to Aer Lingus Presents Charles Mingus? That whole thing. See? See how the priorities change once you get (re)elected -- and thence (re)invent a whole new round of dishonesty? Instead, you offer us Riverdance w/ The Oscar Peterson Trio, and that, Dear Congress, is some tragic H1N1 re-bop. In your realm, the Lord created Special People, followed by Special Interest, followed by Special Police. The Pulp does not hold Mass and the masses do not rest their bums in pupae. Olde English is a language we all start speaking after we consume The Malt Beverage, and once we adopt that tongue, we begin to revere the Norsemen and their fiscal pall. Oh, and by the way, the term "Filibuster Proof" has nothing to do with alcohol content, and, I mean, it has nothing, even, to do with content. If anything, we are clearly traveling Discontent Avenue toward The Burning Waterway, and the bridge is OUT. How would you have us make that crossing, Dear Congress -- on a Bloat?

Yrs,
Constituent