The ordinary town is called Washington DC and the ordinary people are called Congressmen. And the times, aah...these are the times that try men's souls.
For most of the year a terrible battle pursued; to spend or not to spend? - that was the question. Whether it was nobler to wage a war with foreign financed debt or to tax the people and in the end let them eat cake.
From the halls of Congress came the most awful of sounds but throughout it all not one iota of resolution. Even taking a time out didn't seen to have any effect. They continued to fight, scratch and howl... you would have thought they were...
So on a warm summer's eve, it was decided that help was needed before anything could remotely be accomplished. A strange object crossed the summer sky that evening. It was glaring and bright. It hurt to look at it but at the same time one was mesmerized by it's glow.
Was it a bird, was it a plane? No, it was the SUPER COMMITTEE... come to save us.
Now months have passed and summer is behind us and we stand in the autumn of our lives ready to face the winter of our discontent. Now our Super Committee announces they are no closer to a solution then they were on the day they were formed.
“Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!”
~J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
It's all so ridiculous, isn't it? One doesn't know what to say.
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