This just has to be shared. It is by The Corner's John Derbyshire and he has, I think, captured in the rapture of his poetry (style and meter stolen from elsewhere, but what the hey! ) captured the essence of all rational people's perspective on today's Congress. Here is a short bit:
Come, friendly bombs, fall on D.C.!
It's not fit for humanity.
There's nothing there but villainy.
Swarm over, Death!
Come, bombs, and blow to kingdom come
Those pillared halls of tedium—
Hired fools, hired crooks, hired liars, hired scum,
Hired words, hired breath.
Mess up this mess they call a town—
A seat for twenty million down
And rights to the incumbent's crown
For twenty years.
And smash his desk of polished oak
(Paid for by honest working folk
Toiling 'neath taxation's yoke)
And make him yell.
Definitely make him (or her) yell.