An open letter to the jack-asses in DC
(This is for both Democrats and Republicans, because you're both equally to blame.)
For the past few weeks, the news has been filled with your inability to sit down, like adults, and negotiate a budget. Jack-asses. That's what you are: jack-asses.
My family budget, modest to begin with, just dropped by $1000 a month. My car needs new tires, back-to-school is right around the corner, our house payment is still due, my 14 year old son would like to continue to eat in the manner in which he has become accustomed, and we have to figure out how to do it all with less money. We will. We have to.
Now, you have been wrangling and jockeying for political position. Do you think we, the American people, are unclear as to the concept of budget cuts? We know, deeply and keenly, what it means to have to get rid of not just "wants" but "needs". We go without all the time. Now it is time for you to get tough, say "I will give this up" AND NOT EXPECT ANYTHING IN RETURN. That's right: don't expect a pat on the back, a reciprocal move from the opposing party, a Presidential medal or a return to Congress. Do it because you have to. Because you're doing your job.
Stop being a jack-ass. Be realistic and get us a budget.
A very ungrateful constituent
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