"The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts." ~~~ Bertrand Russell

Sigh . . . Ok - let us take present stock of the patience exhausting dumb-fuckery that has gummed up the intricate workings of the world's greatest deliberative democracy, not at all unlike how years of abusing hillbilly heroin has impeded the frontal lobe of Rush Limbaugh's brain from performing it's biologically normal functions of reasoning, higher level cognition, and socialization.

As any amateur, albeit astute, observer of American political history could adroitly have predicted - The Great Teahadist Revolution of 2013 has imploded and burned down faster than The Hindenburg under the exacting weight of it's own arrogance and narrowmindedness.

The whole sordid spectacle traverses the buffoonery spectrum.  From the lowliest effort by the Teabagger truckers, who vowed to swarm the freeway system in D.C. while a group of their warriors attempted to arrest Obama and Nancy Pelosi only to see their diesel fume jihad fizzle in the rainy Capital weather to nothing more than a handful of beer-bellied rubes attempting to briefly block and slow down all lanes of traffic on a main D.C. thoroughfare - until that is - State Highway Troopers pulled up alongside them and told them to fucking knock it off.  All the way to Ted Cruz's contemporary recreation of George Armstrong Custer's fateful foray into the, unfortunately for him and his troops, the all too real world of cowboys and injuns.  For Ted, like Custer, made a calculated decision to reject the reality-based science of mathematics in the form of failing to analyze the intrinsic dynamic formula of force in numbers, with the totally foreseeable result being his bloody scalp flapping in the wind from the top of the enemy's lodge pole.

And now that Cruz has made himself the laughingstock everywhere except within the insular bubble of his Teabagger political confines, the burden of picking up the shattered remnants of what remains of the traditional Republican party establishment has fallen on the flaccid shoulders of the hapless John Boehner - who, in the annals of forlorn, historical saps, ranks right up there with the captain of The Titanic and Charlie Sheen (although it must be acknowledged that at least Charlie Sheen was actually convinced that he was "winning").

And so here we are now - with Cruz left playing carnival barker to his batshit crazy acolytes and Boehner making moist puppy dog eyes to Obama as he desperately attempts to salvage the few residual shreds of the GOP's integrity and honor.

My oh my.  Who in this wide old world could have predicted it all?

Er . . . well . . . as a matter of fact . . . . . . .






----TFG