The Falling House

So there have been calls to raise the debt ceiling or else things will get "bad."

Um, unless you can elaborate on that, you've already given us bad, it's already bad, it's still getting bad, so it seems like not raising the debt ceiling wouldn't be that much of a problem.

There is a problem, though (weird, right?), and that problem is this: There are all of these "or else" type threats floating around, but no one is telling us what will happen if we DO agree to raise the debt ceiling. How will it benefit us? How will it benefit my children, and their children, and--if children haven't been outlawed by then--their children?

We are America. We've been through "bad." We've been through worse than "bad." We were in a war with ourselves. I mean, come on. That's about as "bad" as it gets.

So stop threatening us with "bad." We want results, not threats and excuses.

Because if there's one thing I know, it's that when you raise the roof, the house starts falling apart. There's a strong foundation, but the walls are cracked and unstable.

And you want us to blow the ceiling off the place?

Like I said, we are America.If you have a problem with that, please take it up with a representative at our offices in Somewhere Else.

This is, thankfully, the sentiment of most sane Americans. (And luckily, the quantity of sane Americans has been growing as of late.) There is no clear consensus in Congress, either. However, there is talk that this might not matter. Because there is talk of--wait for it--reinterpreting the Constitution (gasp) in a manner that would allow Barack Hussein Obama, current occupant of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue (indefinitely, until we find a President) to bypass Congress and raise the debt ceiling himself.

Wow. It seems like you'd need to be pretty strong to raise a roof. You'd need to have a lot of power to raise a roof. Wouldn't you?

Wouldn't you indeed.

And here I am, sitting in my living room, blogging. Here you are (all two of you), sitting there reading this blog. Sitting. Blogging. Reading. A couple of angry remarks at the state of things, and then, look, our favorite show is on.

As we sit in our living rooms, do we realize that the house is falling?