White Republican (Boehner in Wonderland)

One bill makes you larger
And one bill makes you small
And the ones that Congress gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Boehner, when he's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing conspiracies
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a pill-popping Rush Limbaugh
Has given you the call
To call Boehner, when he was just small

When the men on Fox News get up
And tell you where to go
And you haven’t had any healthcare
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Boehner, I think he'll know

When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
And Ted Cruz is talking backwards
And Michelle Bachmann's off with his head
Remember what the merchants of chaos said:

Feed that dread!

Feed that dread!

A good satire will make you think.   My intent here was to take John Boehner, who is not always the world's most sympathetic person and cast him in the role of Alice in Wonderland.  In the event that my metaphor doesn't inspire more than a half-hearted chuckle, or if you prefer inspiration to snarkiness, consider the words of George Washington from his Farewell Address.   They seem very timely today.

All obstructions to the execution of the Laws, all combinations and associations, under whatever plausible character, with the real design to direct, control, counteract, or awe the regular deliberation and action of the constituted authorities, are destructive of this fundamental principle, and of fatal tendency. They serve to organize faction, to give it an artificial and extraordinary force; to put, in the place of the delegated will of the nation, the will of a party, often a small but artful and enterprising minority of the community; and, according to the alternate triumphs of different parties, to make the public administration the mirror of the ill-concerted and incongruous projects of faction, rather than the organ of consistent and wholesome plans digested by common counsels, and modified by mutual interests.