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I can’t stop thinking about the elections. Last weekend I saw “127 Hours,” and all I could think about was that this was a metaphor for the lame-duck session of Congress.
“127 Hours” is the hot new movie about Aron Ralston, a real-life hiker who went for a jaunt through the Utah wilderness and fell into a hole, where his arm was pinned under an 800-pound boulder for, um, 127 hours. Then he sawed off his arm with a really, really dull knife, rappelled 60 feet to the canyon floor and walked several miles in the midday desert sun before being found by a family of Dutch tourists, who gave him water and two Oreo cookies.
So I just sat there free-associating about politics. The boulder was the deficit, and the arm was the Bush tax cut for the wealthy. While he was trapped, Ralston was tortured by a lot of buzzing, stinging and biting insects, all of whom resembled Mitch McConnell.
If you get obsessive enough, everything you hear carries a postelection message. The Carnival Cruise ship is adrift! And isn’t America exactly like a boat full of vacationers who thought they were on a luxury trip to the Mexican Riviera? Then, all of a sudden, they’re standing in line for Spam and hoping somebody will tow them back to San Diego. No wonder Ohio turned red.
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