Pretty
nearly everybody, even cat lovers, know what dogs are like. They
greet each other by circling, touching noses, and generally giving
each other the once-over until they’re satisfied with what they
find. Such friendly activities supply enough information to decide
whether they want to play together or keep on walking.
Why can’t politicians be more like a dog? Wouldn’t it better serve
the country if, when politicians met other politicians, they’d do
the same things dogs do?
We don’t care to count as dogs those congressmen from the Democratic
Party who are called Blue Dogs. That’s just Washington spin. What
are we, stupid? If they were real blue dogs, they’d be a painting
by George Rodrigue, ads for Absolut Vodka and Xerox, and have their
picture hanging in a Cajun café in New Iberia, Louisiana.
A real dog communicates by wagging, barking, or snarling, and you
pretty much know exactly what they mean. Unlike the U.S. Congress,
in the entire history of the world, there has never been a hypocritical
dog. However, there have been congressmen and women who must think
they are a dog because they keep on digging holes for themselves.
When a dog sniffs fire hydrants, telephone poles and trees, it’s
like he’s reading messages. He knows who’s been there before him,
he knows how tall they were, and he knows what they had for dinner.
This certainly beats reading books by politicians whose autobiographies
are hawked by their daughters and written by someone else, or having
dinner with one and wondering how much such a fancy meal is costing
the taxpayer, or the wordless message of sticking a paw under the
partition to somebody else’s bathroom stall. So what if it’s true
that a dog is lower on the food chain than a human, no dog has ever
done anything so covert.
Further, no dog has ever stiffed the taxpayer by taking government
planes to a golf game, raided taxpayer coffers for personal make-up
and hair stylist, or failed to disclose something on their tax returns.
There is honor among dogs, and dogs have ethics, whereas Congress,
as a whole, is an ethical midget with neutered morals.
When the top dog suffers a set-back, the other dogs do not stand
around giggling and gasbagging to the media how happy they are over
the pack leader’s misfortune. They rally round in a show of unity
to the rest of the world. That includes Honduras.
The
remedy is this: we must educate our politicians the same way we
educate our dogs. They must attend Obedience Class and master these
few commands:
SIT, STAY:
This command is solely for South Carolina Republican Senator DeMint,
who, defying U.S. government policy, flew to Honduras to interfere
in their politics. DeMint will need more than one lesson and should
be leashed.
OFF: Get your
paws off that woman, you’ve got a wife.
HEEL: No need
to teach Congress about heel; many have already earned that title.
FETCH: Bring
jobs back to the U.S.
BEG: Quit
obstructing progress or you can sit up and beg to get reelected.
DOWN: This
does not refer to a pillow under the head of your Argentinian tango
partner. It means get off your high horse.
Congress will not graduate from Obedience School unless they first
figure out that butt sniffing and ass kissing are not the same thing.
© Maggie
Van Ostrand
"A Balloon In Cactus"
October
7, 2009 column
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