“House GOP ready to raise debt limit for three months”
"My friend John is really in a pickle. First, he agreed to raise taxes on nearly every American in order to avoid being seen as raising taxes on every American, in a brilliant and savvy show of statesmanship. And now he's being asked to increase the nation's debt limit, even though last time he agreed to do so the US suffered a credit downgrade, and even though the concession is being sold using the utterly false argument that the US would default on its obligations without such a compromise. But he has very good reasons to mislead the citizenry, and the Republicans who just supported his re-election as Speaker evidently have faith that he is playing a genius game of three-dimensional chess, one so incredibly complex that naturally those who aren't veterans of Congressional negotiations can't begin to fathom it.
"The problem is, a rogue band of purists and fringe extremists keep criticizing him for his moves, publicly, making the genius of those moves increasingly difficult to keep hidden from the opposition. And that's because it then forces my friend John and his pragmatic coterie of seasoned defenders to explain how what looks like cowardice and capitulation is really just clever deference. Which is why the purists who challenge the political old bulls should be kept out of GOP primaries.
"But that's a story for a different day.
"For now, it's important that our hard-working, consistently-tanned leader know that, despite some protestations from truly awful people who don't understand DC and have no business meddling in the affairs of professional politicians, we in the GOP rank and file support his cagey determination one-hundred percent, and recognize that his agreeing to temporarily increase the debt ceiling is part of long-term strategy by the GOP to find the right hill to die on.
So Casey, for my friend John, will you please play Joe Walsh's 'Waffle Stomp'"?
"Paul R, inside the Beltway"
Thanks, Paul. And to your friend John, remember, keep your feet on the ground, preferably by crushing the necks of the Hobbits who plague you.
Joe Walsh, Waffle Stomp