The Congressman who made this “political argument with a naked man,” declaration, after laying these thoughts bare, has since gone from the national scene, leaving a string of denials in his wake. He also claimed that he was being investigated by the Ethics Committee of the US Congress, for “groping” a staffer. His version of “gropegate,” revealed that “ticklegate” also occurred. He did not “grope” in the usual sense of groping. He tickled his staffer until the staffer could not breathe and then four guys jumped on the Congressman. So, that is how laws are “debated” and passed!

I think that I am onto something. Instead of condemning this type of behavior, maybe we can use the “political argument with a naked man” strategy to conduct the business of the House and Senate. Let’s take the health care reform bill, otherwise known as Freddie/Frankenstein/Dracula/Jason. Let’s strip that naked, and expose all of the deals, provisions, warts and pimples for the entire nation to see! Madame Speaker declared that we will see what is in the bill, after it has been passed. I say in response: Take it all off! Let’s have a conversation or political argument with the naked bill!

So we have the naked bill, laid out on the examining table. Look what was just pulled out! “Organs” such as the Louisiana Purchase and Gator Aid, are visible. Reports are that the Cornhusker Kickback, something like the appendix, was removed, or maybe not. There is no definitive answer on that one.

What have we here, tucked into the hospital gown, the one with the back open? There are numerous “incentives” peering out. Reports are that these incentives were being laid out, like candy on the table in a doctor’s waiting room. Have a brother who is a judge? You are golden. Want the president to appear with you at a fundraiser for your re- election? You are not so golden. Look up the recent electoral results in VA and MA. You may want to turn that appearance down.

Well, it appears that we can cover the nakedness of the bill. It is now about to be law, voted in 219 “yeah,” and 212 “nay.” The “ayes/yeahs” have it – for now. At this point in time, John Adams makes a lot of sense: “In my many years I have come to a conclusion that one useless man is a shame, two is a law firm, and three or more is a congress.” We have a Congress.

At least one Congressman has given the appearance of wanting an “intervention,” and being taken to the Congressional version of a 10 Step program, or Kleptomaniacs Anonymous. According to the article , Congressman Perriello entreated, “If you don’t tie our hands, we’ll keep stealing.” Apparently, he did have an intervention of sorts. He voted “yes” for more “stealing.”

Another Congressman was going to take the high road, instead of the road to perdition, by declaring to anyone who would listen, that he would not vote for the current House bill, with its provisions for federally funded abortions. His Catholic religion would just not let him do that. Voting time came around. Those unborn babies so prominent in his stance were surgically removed from his conscience and he voted “yeah.” At least it was not “hell yeah!” Congressman Stupak’s name now has the last two letters “aborted” and replaced with two others that bring to mind another word for “The Fool on the Hill!” In any case, who am I to judge this Congressman? If he can reconcile his beliefs with his actions, more power to him.

So the deed was done and the back slapping began. On the other side of the equation, some wanted to do some bitch slapping, but apparently refrained. The “victors” came down from Mount Olympus and made their triumphant declarations. Reports state that champagne was opened up on one of the balconies of the People’s House, except the people’s invitation got lost in the mail!

The Congresswoman of the hour, the day and the week had to be Slaughter, who had a maneuver, the Slaughter Solution/Slaughter Rule, named after her. In her “to the victor goes the spoil” moment, she proudly proclaimed, “There is nothing now that we can’t tackle.” All together now, break out in song: “Ain’t no stopping us now! We’re in the groove!” And the nation is screwed!

The president declared, It’s “another stone laid in the foundation of the American dream.” One man’s stone in the foundation could be another man’s or nation’s millstone around the neck! He also stated, “This is what change looks like.” Again, it is all a matter of perspective. One man’s vision of “change” can be a nation’s vision of catastrophe. We’ll see whose “change” becomes reality.

Madame Speaker’s take was more lighthearted, “No money changed hands, of course.” Technically, she is correct. This time around, actual currency did not end up in freezers replacing the Hagen Daz. That is so yesterday! Moreover in such an exalted atmosphere, any “incentives” would not be handled by the actual Congressman or woman. What are staffers for, if not to “arrange” these trivial exchanges of millions of dollars?

That was not the end of the soaring rhetoric and hyperbole. Rep Democrat Sandy Levin stated, “We spread the American wings of opportunity and community.” I feel my wings spreading (and burning), like Icarus who flew too close to the sun, or in this case feeling the heat of hell. My mind must be playing tricks with me, because I keep reflecting that one man’s vision of “community” is another’s vision of “communism.” The mind is so fickle. Out damned thoughts!

This article, 20 Ways Obamacare Will Ruin our Freedoms, does not inspire confidence in this new healthcare law. I make public again my pledge: I will not be paying for any federally-mandated health insurance. Prepare my cell.

This country was supposed to be the “shining city on the hill.” Flawed, but with the capability of rising above the run of the mill type of country. Some of the descriptive words that come to mind in association with that “shining city,” are “honor,” “duty,” “exceptional,” “commonsense,” “sturdy,” and “classy.” However, increasingly the emanations from the thrones of power, especially in DC, are disturbing, and bear no resemblance to the preceding descriptions. “Tawdriness,” “graft,” “seedy,” and “venal,” have seeped into the mind. There is also a question that comes to mind. “Have you no shame”? I feel like asking this question, let's see, about two hundred and nineteen times, or so? I won’t borrow from former Congressman Massa and describe his former colleagues as sons and daughters “of the devil’s spawn,” but struggle as I may, I cannot come up with a positive term. Quite frankly, they do not have the “specifications” to wear the jock straps of Little League Baseball players!

There is all of this talk of the “Chicago way” in getting things done in DC. Instead of the “Chicago way,” may we have the Founding Father’s “way”? Kudos go out to those in Congress, who exhibited wisdom and clarity, in the thick fog of backroom deals, replete with cigar smoke and booze? By the way, to those who exult today, remember there is the “opera way.” The opera is not over until the fat lady sings. In this part Hamlet and Richard III operas, that is life in the US, the fat lady is not even gargling yet.

To my fellow citizens, heed these words from Hamlet, “To thine own self be true.” Translation: Remain true to the real foundation upon which this country was founded. Do not be fooled by attempts to lay false stones  in its foundation.