Before We Get Too Smug

Senators Delay and Nay, is that some kind of a joke? Or maybe it’s spelled, Neigh, as in winnie. I wish Mr. Ed were here. He would know what to do. Is it possible, you great bunch of loveable fools called The American People, have actually voted to elect a Senator Delay and a Senator Nay/Neigh? Who’s next, Senator Jack Ass? Congressman Bill Pass? Dick Army? Is Congress now a Restoration Comedy? Has it all gone so much to shit that when we draw the curtain on civic responsibility such a sad sense of the absurd overcomes us that DUTY is shed for a cheap chuckle? I hear it was different in the 60s. Well, the late 60’s. Well specifically, August 12-15, 1969. But I wonder, despite knowing a semi-reliable eye-witness, namely my half-sister who claims to have been a topless waitress to whole spectacle of ‘youth culture’ that briefly bloomed over a weekend in Bethel, NY, one weekend aforemented, 1969. She says, “Yes, it’s true, I cared once. Briefly.”