Thanks For Nothing, Congress

Nobody should be surprised that I’m so disgusted right now I could vomit.  A government shut down forced by two squabbling, childish, spoiled sides of what is supposed to be an elected body of our representatives.  In other words, they’re supposed to be looking out for our interests, not theirs.  Can they do this?  Apparently not.

Who am I blaming?  All of them, every last one, in both Houses, across both parties.

Why?  Because partisanship, playing “gotcha,” and personality are more important that keeping our country running smoothly.  They’ve efficiently investigated such massive and critical issues that threaten our national well-being like steriod use in Major League Baseball.  Somehow, though, keeping the government liquid is a small, fleeting issue of little importance.

How this asses me up: Not only do all the Government Civilians get sent home – without pay – we uniformed military are not being paid either.  However, since the rules are different for us, we keep working.

Even Better: Before anyone comments about the legislation that was passed (minor miracle) to ensure the military are paid in spite of a shutdown, keep in mind we in uniform have two options for our pay: once a month (at the end of the month) or twice a month (the mid- and end of the month).  Knowing that, and knowing that most of our elected ‘officials’ will wake the fuck up before the 15th of this month, what good does that little legislative gesture do?

Answer: Not a fuck lot of good at all, unless you can stand in front of a camera and make sure the public knows you “care” and that you “ensured your support” for the military.  Guess you look good.

The Enablers: That sound byte above comes with a smile, by the way, because our Lamestream Media are all too happy to fellate anyone who works on The Hill so long as it can be spun into something critical, dramatic and urgent-sounding to wedge in between watching the latest drudge on some coked-up starlet’s epic meltdown or a pampered child performer’s newest tantrum.  I have no idea how the media can stand each other’s breath, what with the fetid stench of elected cock saturating it day and night.

The Knife, Thrust and Twisted:  After all this ranting, guess who keeps getting paid no matter what?  Hint: I’m not talking about the media.