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Which Ones are Our Lunatics?

Another lunatic with rage and guns went to work in San Bernardino, California.

Congress went to work, too.  It offered prayers and condolences for the victims.  Nothing else.  More lunatics.

Does Congress, do the American people, have any idea why there is a Congress, or what it should do?

Do they really think that prayers will make it rain, or stop raining, or provide health care for people?  Do they really think that all we need to do is send troops to Syria or San Bernardino?  They can't even say that plainly and directly:  they talk about "boots on the ground".

Has anyone ever seen a wackier lineup of presidential wannabes than we are witnessing this year?  The pyramids are full of grain!  We should build a big, beautiful wall and Mexico will pay for it!  Round up the immigrants and send them back to Norway and Ireland and Italy and Germany and England and China and Japan and Guatemala:  let them walk across the land bridge to Siberia all the way to Asia and Africa, now, quickly, before the ocean rises!  Repeal health care!  Repeal education!  Form a volunteer church group to rebuild the bridges and fill in the potholes!  Make it hard for people to vote!  Get more guns into the hands of good, god-fearing lunatics who think they would make fine presidents!  Arm kindergarten teachers and tell the kids to duck!

Ah, ah, ahh!  

 What if Ben Carson is right?  What if the pyramids are stuffed with oats and mice?  What if Carly Fiorina is the finest CEO God ever created, with the possible exception of Donald Trump or Ted Cruz or Tom Cruise or whoever it is?

What if prayer is our best hope for Congress?  Guns and prayer.

But I thought that was our problem.

I am beginning to find strange comfort in the suggestion that climate change is not real, but that weather is, and that is why there is water in the basement.

We do not even have a basement.  

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