Reading Robert Costa’s analysis of why John Boehner isn’t bringing a clean Continuing Resolution to the floor, where it would easily pass and allow the government to function again – an analysis that omits any reference to the actual consequences of a shutdown and concentrates entirely on Boehner’s need to satisfy his conference’s insane hatred of Harry Reid – reminds me, as Lincoln used to say, of a little story.
It seems that one day there was an argument among the parts of the body about which should rule the others. The brain pointed out that, as the intelligence and literal head of the enterprise, it should be in charge. But the eyes insisted that without their service the brain would have nothing to think about. The hands replied that none of the brain’s thoughts had any reality until the hands acted on them. The legs answered that without them the whole body would be immobile. The heart and the lungs both claimed supremacy because their functions supported everything else. The organs of reproduction made their case based on sustainability. And so the argument continued, with increasing asperity, until the humble rectum spoke up. “Why can’t I be the boss?”
All the other body parts, which had been getting more and more annoyed with one another, joined in hearty laughter at the absurd thought of being ruled by an organ so insignificant and disgusting.
At this, the rectum, offended and hurt, simply closed up and refused to perform its function. The brain became confused; the eyes dimmed; the hands grew clumsy and the legs slowed; and at last all agreed to be ruled by the rectum if only it would perform its unmentionable but essential task.
And the moral of the story is:
>>>>>> You don’t have to be a big brain to be the boss,
>>>>>> just a stubborn … Boehner.