Who's Walking Who?

I get inspiration from every day activities sometimes. I am, afterall an average American. I'm just a mom. Today I walked my dog. I have a medium sized dog. She's a mixed breed; a beagle-Jack Russel Terrier mix. She's mostly Beagle by her actions. She'll eat anything but salad, and sleeps all day. But she's been cooped up all day in the house, all winter, because it's been too cold for ME to walk her.

That's when it hit me. Congress is so much like our dogs. We bought a small dog that we could control, as it should be, maybe even a medium sized dog. We wanted one strong enough to protect our interests. But we are still the masters. We train it. It's supposed to obey us.

While I was walking Trixie, I realized it's been so long since I walked her, she had forgotten a lot of her training. I had to keep her on a short leash with lots of corrections. She wanted to go where I didn't want her to go. But she's a fast learner. She tries to go just to the line of where I don't want her to go. I wanted her to stay off the neighbor's grass and on the sidewalks. She stopped with all four feet on the sidewalk, hung her butt over the edge of the sidewalk and marked her territory on the grass.

Congress and our illustrious President are doing the same thing. We, as Americans, have been asleep in our winter of inattention. They have forgotten their training. Now we're taking them for their first walk in a long time and they're not used to a leash. We want to keep our identy as Americans. They want another Europe. The grass is not always greener on the other side of the ocean. We know our history. You can rewrite history, but unless you plan on burning all the older history books, we already know what happened. There are too many home schoolers who have those older history books. Socialism doesn't work. We'll jerk your leash and get you back on the sidewalk.

See, the problem is, we sent a Beagle to congress to represent us, but it grew into a Pit Bull. It's out of controll and now it's taking us for a walk. We're being pulled from fire hydrant to fire hydrant, dragged along by its every whim, and we don't like it. I think maybe it's time to make a trip to the pet store and trade this vicious dog in for a better trained one. What do you think, America?


Lori Ann Smith
I fight for Freedom, until they knock me down and I can fight no more.