Pining for 1812
Washington D.C. has become America's Augean Stables. All the animals we've been sending there over the last half century and longer have left behind and continue to create even more mountains of executive, judicial and legislative meadow muffins, with a stench that now permeates the entire country. Not even Hercules, if he could divert the Potomac River to run through it, could wash the place out. Nothing short of another Hurricane Katrina making a direct hit could even scratch the surface.
Maybe we could convince our friends the British, as part of some kind of bicentennial celebration, to return during our next presidential election year and again burn the place to the ground.
In the meantime, Don’t Vote. It only encourages them. Mike Regan North Mankato, Minnesota