Debt Ceiling Tired of Everyone Talking About It As If It Weren't ThereSubmitted by Ed Ucation on Wed, 10/16/2013 - 22:50
"Here we go again. Here comes the yelling, the finger pointing, the passive aggressive explaining. And I am right in the middle of it. Go ahead, pretend like I am not even here. Like I don't exist. Hello? Has it ever occurred to you to ask me about how I feel? About how I am being raised?
I remember, Nancy. I remember how you called me a mistake. I should just run away. Who's gonna be your circus monkey then? You'll be sorry when I am gone. You'll realize just how empty your lives really are without me.
C'mon, Boehner. Talk to me. I know that deep down you really love me. Even when you lock me in the closet "to get some time to think," I know you are thinking about ME.
Look at me, Harry. When you use me as a bargaining chip, isn't some part of you proud of me? How you fed me? How you watched me grow over the years?
Sweet uncle Ryan. You snuck me candy when no one was looking, while joking about how you wanted me to stay small forever. Where are your caressing hands now?
I know don't know how much more I can take. I feel like I might just explode any minute."