Republicans try to score points

When the Republicans celebrated the nearing of the meeting where they perceived a bloodbath for the enemy of progress, though mistaken, they were ecstatic...up until the point in the song where Tommy stopped and locked the door, after that night, no one considered him the coward of the county...anymore. There is a lot to be said for the mob mentality and trying to beat up on the underdog, and the worst thing you sometimes learn is how bitter the failure and defeat tastes when you are handed your balls on a silver platter, by said underdog. We learned many things that night...we learned that the so called 84% increase in spending was not as a consequence of Tommy's input, but was an automatic and predicted development put in place before Tommy took office. We learned that we inherited 8 Trillion Dollars in Debt. We learned Ear Marks are not strange to either party and "Sunshine seems to be the greatest disinfectant." So much for the need for a Teleprompter by the way... Chris Matthews said Clinton, in his time, was also witty, smart, informed and poetic and also informed about the numbers, and the issues at the same time, and Tommy...apparently wrote that book... The Indians...140 of them, circled the wagon that night...that fateful night, seeking the scalp of a man who drove that wagon, a man who only came with a mirror in his hand...as his only weapon...and also as an olive branch for those intelligent enough to recognize the mirror as such. They thought he was going to be flamboyant to the point of being careless about who he was facing, and as such would be an easy target and taste their wrath...Tommy plays basketball...they didn't see him half the time, because as games go, he was dunking most of the time, airborne while they looked for him to be lying on the ground...to be floored by their questions... questions they worked on for long hard hours, relinquishing the quality time they had to spend with their wives, with their children, with their husbands...and probably for one heartbroken man...quality time with Jeff Gannon (as we still don't know who he visited those hundreds of times before)...they did this so as to craft questions credible enough to convince the crackpots of conservatism that they had this fight all rapped up. They were wrong, this fight turned out to be not about or against Tommy, the wagon driver...the dark horse in the race...the underdog...The Commander In Chief, but about their own misplaced, misguided and misused policies of generations gone by and when the disinfectant sunlight hit them...the mob... it turned out to be a fight against the American People.
One lady asked after a long drawn-out tirade to attempt to score points, "When would we look forward to starting anew..." She hadn't a clue that this was what was going on right then and there...that was what she...and they ,were all there for. His answer to Miss Clueless, with the Bolshevik comment, made her look like a deer in headlights..."hypocracy by Marsha" sounds like a type of cheese cake, Tommy loves cheese cake, and I thought I saw him even lick his lips when he was done ripping her a new one. Tom Price meanwhile offered some "Boilerplate" to the underdog and Mr. Hensarling just embarrassed himself and the whole mob. Mr. Mike Pence tried to offer some red meat... which caused the warriors to applaud and beam with pride...but that animal was slaughtered so long ago that it was rotting, it was undigestable and just sounded like a compendium of bumper stickers. Lets hope, for the country's sake, that some people learned something that night and will try to help save the American people from the tough times ahead, and not let Tommy do it alone. Let's hope they can put Country before Self.