On Monday, I thought I might get a net. I thought for sure I'd get a net. How can my Representative in Congress not see that I really need a net?
So I took a break from my tightrope walking and sat right down on the tightrope, because I wanted to hear about my net. The guy in charge of my net, Rep. Chris Carney, was going to tell me about how he plans to get me my net. I listened because, you see, this is really high and it's a long way down. Plus I have a little kid up here with me too, depending on me.
I had asked Mr. Carney for this net a bunch of times. I showed him where I was on the rope and how far down I could fall, and I figured since I had bought a net for him, he'd be happy to ensure I got a net in return. Isn't that how it works?
But apparently, Mr. Carney has decided he doesn't want to be in charge of my net anymore, so he's handed it over to someone else. He wants to see what they want to do with my net and he's willing to wait as long as it takes for this person to decide just what to do with my net.
And the person Mr. Carney had decided should be in charge of my net just happens to be the same person who pushed me out here on the rope.
Something's not right here at all.
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