McConnell Health Plan: Just Collins sick for Sick’s Years, lazy Susan.

 The Queen of Mean who Helped the Lyon’ King destroy Maine’s Economy.

The Wicked witch of the East trying to smile.

With a face as etched in stone as any on Mt Rushmore, her face stands in sharp contrast to the man in the White House whose exploits she champions. Instead of being caked in Revlon’s Orangutan Orange, she presents as pale a face as a sepulchered corpse emerging for Halloween Night festivities.

Too bad for lazy Susan that the completely emasculated Congress really has no need for female members, as the East Wing she sat and said nothing while it was being demolished is now a ballroom, so no member of Congress is allowed into it.

Collins’ick has, the Congress as a whole has, as most recently evinced by her hero’s simply brushing aside the Lindsey Graham cracker bill to buy Iranian-produced diesel from Russia, demonstrated such an obscene dereliction of duty that McConnell’s ruse of simply not bothering to even show up, has become the modus operandi for the Lame-as-Fuck Congress.

Checks and balances are as dead as poor Jack Palance is: Congress has no function, only functionaries, holders of sinecures, absentee landlords with bad manors bought through their REITS holdings enabled by the previous Republican administration’s con game of selling Variable rate mortgages to their own constituents who they then evicted, while Bernanke’s Fed  sucked them Up for pennies on the dollar and sold to their Bushmen insiders who now rent them out at ruinous rental rates to their previous owners.

Bush made sure you could afford neither home, health nor education; it’s Mr Put’s mission to make sure you can afford neither energy, food, nor even Christmas.

Thanks lazy Susan. I’m sure you’d smile if your riven face would allow such a thing.