Remember all those great old TV shows (or any episode of “Glee”) like “The Brady Bunch” or “The Partridge Family” where, when things got tough for the adults, one of the kids would jump up and say, “Hey, I know, why don’t we put on a show?”
A few scenes of prep work later, the kids would save the day by performing to a packed house of six of their neighbors and apparently raising thousands of dollars to save the school, library, children’s hospital, Indian reservation, spooky old gold mine or whatever.
Apparently, Congress has taken those old episodes as its cue.
On Tuesday, with Iraq falling foot-by-foot into the hands of ISIS, or al-Qaida, or Ali’s Shwarma Palace, or whatever name the Muslim Brotherhood is hiding behind this month; with thousands of illegal alien toddlers invading the U.S. and demanding to be fed, burped and have their undies changed; with the IRS popping its gum and telling the investigative committee, “sorry, dude, the computer ate my homework”; with the economy still in the toilet and swirling down the drain fast; with a president acting like a king; with about a zillion scandals to choose from to keep it busy, Congress instead burst into song.
You can’t make this stuff up, and there’s no need to, because our leaders really are that vapid and silly.
Now I do recall in high school, when our entire history class spontaneously began singing the Preamble of the Constitution. It was inspiring. It was also testimony to the lasting educational brainwashing power of “Schoolhouse Rock.”
This thing that happened in Congress was anything but inspiring. According to people who were present, when congressional leaders including Mitch McConnell, Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi, John Boehner and others burst into “We Shall Overcome,” it was cringe-inducing.
The occasion was a ceremony honoring the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and his wife, Coretta Scott King, with a congressional medal commemorating passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964.
Witnesses to the murder of the old spiritual say it was the most awkward scene ever played out in Congress, which has seen some mental breakdowns in its time.
Thank God someone stopped Pelosi’s plan to swing in naked atop a wrecking ball while Barbara Boxer and Debbie Wasserman Schultz twerked on the Senate podium. …
This is what our republic has been reduced to. The country and the world burns while Congress tries to revive “Hair.” Meanwhile, the president, apparently, is making exercise videos in his hotel gymnasium. (Just Google it.)
If Congress really is intent on singing while Rome burns, they could choose something more akin to “Les Miserables” or “Lord of the Flies.”