Ye Olde Scribe’s Compassionate Plea for da Season.

Courtesy doityourself.com

This holiday season Ye Olde wishes for you to pause and think about the down and out, the momentary homeless because they have to leave for employment elsewhere. Think about the displaced families, and more important the displaced mistresses and mister-es-seses who get replaced by new, power seeking, mistress and mister-es-esses.

It’s so sad. Scribe speaks, well types, about our poor, unfortunate Congressmen and Congresswomen who go on break: often, and come back, occasionally. Head off to Washington to serve the people, MOSTLY THEMSELVES.

The “pittance” they earn, and the pittance they continue to receive for the rest of their lives, is only augmented by the single payer health care that is so bad they don’t want anyone else to have it, except them. Once again: for the rest of their lives.

And they work so HARD!!! No vacations, except early breaks, long holidays. They have to spend hours and hours, even days, not filibuster-ing, since they decided they shouldn’t actually have to spend hours, even days, filibustering. Life is so hard because districts are gerrymandered to keep them in power, sometimes wherever the hell they want to redistrict them. And they are so poor they have decided insider trading is wrong, except for them and their staff.

Ha.
Ha, ha.
Ho, ho, ho.
Ho, ho, ha, ha, for the ho’d ho ho hos.

Now Scribe has had a good laugh, don’t forget to drop something in their socks , or bucket, this year.

Coal.