therelevantrhino

I thought I’d recap some of my favorite stories/observations from the week as I’ve been skipping Saturdays lately to sit on my duff and watch football. And drink. Lots.

Did you guys know George W. Bush is still Prez’nint? He does, and they’ve been workin’ like a paraplegic in an ass-kickin’ contest to push through as many midnight regulations as they can before the Nov. 20th deadline. Topping the list: Relaxing standards on emissions to make polluting easier, extending hours truckers can drive from 8 to 11 a day, allowing companies who strip mine for coal to move within 50 feet of a river or stream, and decreasing the amount of paid time off for employees. Fortunately, none of this really matters, because the Congressional Review Act of 1996 states that any regulation pushed through in the final six months by a lame duck President can be repealed by the incoming administration and a majority vote in Congress. Given that all it would take is a party-line vote by the Democrats in Congress, this shouldn’t be too difficult. It is Congress, however, and they’re notorious for having their spines replaced by jellyfish.

With the holiday season fast approaching, it’s beginning to look a lot like 1996 in Washington. Larry Summers as economic adviser, Rahmbo as Chief of Staff, Hil-Dawg as SoS…in fact, there are so many members of the Clinton White House in this new administration, Monica Lewinsky showed up and said, “Who’s dick do ya gotta suck to get an advisory post around here?”

No real news on the Big Three, as Congress is now guarding that $25billion like it’s the One Ring. You’d think that with the $700billion in free fucking cash the robber barons of Wall Street got handed to them, a measly 4% of that wouldn’t be too much to ask for to go to people that actually work for a fucking living. Many Republicans are clamoring for allowing the Big Three to go bankrupt- damn the unions, damn the retirees, damn the workers, and damn their families…I guess the party that values life only values it until birth-after you’re born, you’re fucked. Welcome to the Greatest Country In The World™.

There’s plenty more, but I’m off to an elitist brunch consisting of smoked salmon and cream cheese omelettes, Irish coffee, arugula-wrapped free-range bacon, and organic potatoes.

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