Like most children, I learned at an early age: when mom says "Don't touch!" well then, don't touch. Sometimes we simply had to ignore her; that's how we ended up burning our fingers on the stove top.
We just had a national election. We, the people, said loud and clear that we are sick and tired of "business as usual" in Washington. We made it plain as day that we don't want any more of this "earmarking" crapola. Right after the election, legislation was introduced to ban future earmarks. There was a lot of ballyhooing on the part of some Congressional circles to the effect that, every now and then, earmarks were essential and that all parties concerned were making a solemn pledge to the American public to minimize the practice. On November 30th, the Senate stopped the anti-earmark proposal by a vote of 56-39 along party lines.
Here's the first major piece of legislation since that vote, the Bush Tax Cut - Unemployment package, and guess what? Buried in the bill is a whole humongous pile of earmark dung, none of which is even remotely connected to the Bill at hand. Like drug addicts, they obviously cannot quit; they're looking mom straight in the eye and putting their grubby fingers on the stove top anyway.
They need to get burned, real bad. Third degree burns would suit me just fine.
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