"My friend John has been going through a tough spell at work lately. Though he's a fair boss and a nicely tanned procedural leader of men, try as he might, he can't seem to win the affections of a small band of rogues and roughnecks who seem to take pleasure in undermining his authority.
"As it's New Year's Day -- and the new year brings with it the promise of hope and compromise, and the bravery it will take to save the country from going over the fiscal cliff -- Casey, can you please play Bread's 'Sweet Surrender' for my friend John?
"Hugh, inside the Beltway (if only in spirit)"
Thanks, Hugh. And to your friend John, hang in there, and here’s to a happy and productive New Year, one in which all the extremist Hobbits who fetishize the Constitution and insist upon principled purity spontaneously combust and leave little green oily reminders of their recalcitrance and treachery.
Keep your feet on the ground, and keep reaching for the status quo!
Bread, “Sweet Surrender”: