So after beggaring the nation for generations to come, the profligate hopeychanger, the man for whom the word "trillions" has fallen all too trippingly from the tongue, is promising to cool it with all the spending.
Talk about trying to close the barn door after the horse has bolted. Talk about trying to stuff the genie back in the bottle. Talk about trying to put the toothpaste back in the tube. Talk about...
Sorry, I got carried away by the inanity of it all.
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