I submitted my paperwork to the Department

I submitted my paperwork to the Department of Major Fuck-ups who then mistakenly forwarded part of my application to the Dept. of Incompetence where some geriatrics sent it to

the Dept. of Total Snafus who of course sent my paperwork off to some boneheads known as Congress. Evidently. Just look at what the U.S. District Courts do to the internet. My pap

smeared PB while I smeared J. We considered our next move as we ate. Our papers were lost, that was clear. But would Congress

ever be cool? Nope. Congress by definition would never be cool. In fact, they would most likely remain lame. That's why they needed the power. If you can't be cool than you need

the Power Rangers to run for office. Sure, they were grown up & currently unemployed, but what better time to start a political career? Congress needed a complete overhaul

before it would run again. The Power Rangers were not going to do the trick. Congress needed to refind itself. I suggested it take a year off and visit my favorite ashram in India.

The yogis refused to have these clowns because politicians were banned from riding elephants. Ganesh himself decreed politicians had to be reeeducated before they could be admitted

to the Elephant Ashram. The reeducation of politicians was just a line of elephants who'd each sit on them once. Ganesh called it "Meet the Press". The slim & therefore less shady

trees of the ashram garden referred to the elephants' sitting on politicians as "Press the Meat" and laughed to themselves in tree-like ways. Ganesh scolded them playfully.