Drivin' the Car

I like the "President's" car metaphor, but not the picture he paints with it.  He's driving it, all right.  But, he's drunk.  Or, he's smoking crack again.  But he's driving very recklessly, and his car is not road-worthy, and he is endangering the lives of everyone else on the road.  I think of his metaphorical car, and I picture that wobbly rig the Little Rascals built.

"We ain't gots no brakes, Alfalfa, we's free-wheelin'!"

Pull over, asshole.  Don't make us ram your punk ass into a bridge abutment.

Yield the right-of-way to vehicles capable of maintaining a safe speed in the fast lane, and operators who aren't obsessed with putting on makeup, driving with their knees, talking on the cell phone, and musing about their next appearance on Comedy Central or The View.  Your learner's permit has been revoked.

Or, as Michelle Malkin puts it today, Take Your Olive Branch And Shove It.

Now you say that if Republicans want to discuss changes to the healthcare fiasco, you're ready to listen?

Rrriiiiiight.

Like you and your cronies were listening when you rammed that scheme, "deem-and-pass-it-so-we-can-find-out-what's-in-it, down our throats?

Driving the economy does not require, as you pretend, Democrats Corruptocrats and Republicans working together.  It requires you getting your ass out of the way.  Time for the adults to retake the wheel.