…in the mystical land of DC, a mischievous fairy cast a spell on everyone in suits, eliminating their ability to reason. The suits, (as you might expect), went about crafting unreasonable ideas for no apparent reason. There followed great debates and objections were shouted, although the reasons given lacked any cohesive reasoning.

If what is being played out in Washington as governance were actually a fairy tale, it would have to be drastically rewritten because it is simply too preposterous to even fall under the necessary suspension of disbelief. The story is even too grim for Grimm. The brothers’ flawed characters may have stumbled into harm’s way lusting after magic beans or cottages made of candy and cake, but their villains were always dastardly ogres or witches or giants. We, on the other hand, have consciously chosen our own fee-fi-fo-fumming antagonists and neither chopping down a beanstalk nor shouting, “Rumpelstiltskin!” will deliver us from peril. And where’s the precocious kid to bust the naked emperor? Really? Not one of the 535, (435 congressmen, 100 senators), has the balls to stand up to his evil stepmother or, at the very least, profess that the stone soup is, well, just stone? All of the posturing and whining and clandestine whispering while the sky is truly falling, is a pile of smoldering dragon shit, (just trying to stay thematic). We are on no path, (yellow-brick or bread-crumb-strewn), to recovery and the eleventh-hour miracle that is sure to save our debt ceiling will have no positive impact on the rapid and soon to be irreversible deterioration of the once greatest country to have ever existed on Planet Earth.

And, hardly anyone will live happily ever after.