The Out Of Touch Congress

There was an old Hall and Oates song from back in the 80s that I always have liked. It was a song about a relationship where one party was feeling the whole thing was going sour. So, some of the lyrics can be wrested from the song and sung to Congress, as a message from the people.

Here are those that are applicable to this present situation with one minor alteration:

Reaching out for something to hold
Looking for a love mutual respect where the climate is cold
Manic moves and drowsy dreams
Or living in the middle between the two extremes

Smoking guns hot to the touch
Would cool down if we didn't use them so much
We're soul alone
And soul really matters to me
Too much

You're out of touch
I'm out of time.

Well, that pretty much says it all. They are almost completely out of touch and the American people are running out of time and patience, waiting for them to put our wishes first. We desperately need leadership and there is little to none. We seek action and interventions to problems that need attention now, and they have done so very little. They act only in election years and when their hands are forced. And then, all they do is put band-aids on it.

A Congressman has been taped taking money, the money was found in his freezer, and Dennis Hastert pitches a hissy-fit because the Justice Department searches the office of the guy that took the money. That tells us, they all have done things they would not want known. They need replaced, en masse.