The wagon. It conjures images of alcoholism, which is rumored to be a returning problem at the White House. Some would like us to believe the Prez has fallen off the proverbial wagon. I think he’s never quite gotten on. It would explain much.
The Bus. An old comedy record I once knew of was entitled: “We’re all Bozo’s on this bus.” For some strange reason this phrase has been knocking about in my brain lately (oh, say for about five years). All the Bozo’s have taken the bus to Washington, as if they all were Ken Kesey, proudly redesigning the nation in their own image. But know the cracks are appearing in the facade of the Bozo-ian architecture. Oh, wait! I’m mixing my metaphores (my doctor warned me about that). Back to the Bus:
It’s an old bus - held together with a lick and a promise. The old grafitti on the side, which once read “Washington or Bust” has been scratched and weatherworn, and some Bozo tried to repaint it, so it now says: “Washington is Bust.” Last election season, the old gas guzzler was paraded out in the streets beside the obvious wheezing of the engine and the plumes of diesel fumes whenever the Bozo driving it shifted gears. And the noise!
But recently part have been coming off the bus. Last spring it began when the Religious Right removed the fender, it could never be reassembled. Since then, wingnuts and boltheads have been flying off the thing; just today the fuel pump quit. On such an old contraption, it’ll take a while to build a new one - they just don’t make them like that anymore.
As we watch the bit and pieced fly off the Bozo Bus that is Washington Politics, it’s only a matter of time before the wheels all fall off. Then we’ll have the last Bozo sitting on the ground holding the steering wheel looking perplexed as the nice policeman asks him to breathe in the tube.