It’s a safe bet to say the citizenry of America has grown tired of the shenanigans coming out of Washington, DC.  If it isn’t poor news of a lousy economy, growing numbers of those out of work, a takeover of our healthcare system, or scandals that plague our lives and bolster the news, it’s frustrating and maddening at best.

The lackluster poll numbers that gauge America’s approval rating of Congress has been in the tank for quite some time, but the President’s approval rating numbers have dwindled so much they’re not even being shared with us anymore.

I’m not one to sit back and be a bystander in the process of the great American way, and I do give my Congressman and Senators an earful when I get the chance, but many feel helpless in the scheme of things, and some may even feel America’s a hopeless cause.

Lady Liberty is far from fleeting, even though many on the left would try to douse her shining light.  I suggest you continue to voice your distrust of big government to your elected officials.  Although I don’t advocate taking to the streets, I will take this opportunity to poke some fun at the utter incompetence being displayed by our elected officials in the capital.

Enjoy these cleverly slanted nursery rhymes tied with the sutures of political folly.

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall, yet the IRS had a great fall.  In the end, all of Barack’s men tried to sweep the mess under the rug again and again.

Georgie Porgie was the Attorney General and proud guy.  His “Fast and Furious” escapades were downright shameless yet spry.  Under Congressional oath he found it necessary to lie but wanted his cake, pudding and pie.  When he told everyone to kiss off some cried.  When the critics came out to blame Georgie for the deaths of others, he tried to deny.

Jack Sprat could eat no fat because Michelle Obama said so.  Mrs. Sprat could eat no lean, so between the two of them they signed up for food stamps with glee.

Lois, Lois quite contrary, how does Ms. Learner’s garden grow?  Since pleading the fifth and now retiring, she’ll have all kinds of time to reflect and see the scandal grow.

Rub-a-dub-dub, the bureaucracy and the rub, how’d you think we got here?

Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, NASA won’t be flyin’ to the moon any time soon.

The itsy bitsy government agency crawled down businesses backs, and with all the regulations forced upon them some were eventually washed away.

Little Boy Blue’s the press and should blow his horn.  For there are wolves in sheep’s clothing and who’s lookin’ out for the sheep?  Sadly, the press is under the haystack fast asleep.

Wee Willie Winkie ran through DC with a frown.  He shouted: “Our children are innocent, but they’ll suffer because of mounting debt!”

Little Jack Horner’s the President and family who vacationed on all corners of the globe with someone else’s dime.  And with a thumbs up said: “What a great guy am I!”

There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile.  He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.  He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse.  And they all lived together in a little crooked little place called Washington DC.

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.  She had so many kids she didn’t know what to do, so she stood in the welfare line.

Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard to get her poor dog a bone.  When she got there the cupboard was bare, so says the unemployed everywhere.

Three blind mice, see them politicians run.  They skedaddle from their constituents who’d like to give ‘em a piece of their mind.  Boy … have ya ever seen such a thing in your life?

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are.  Up above the peasantry so high, you think you’re a diamond in the sky.  When your seat on Capitol Hill is finally gone, then maybe you’ll see the light.

Greg Allen’s column, Thinkin’ Out Loud, was published bi-monthly from 2009 to 2017.  He’s an author, a former nationally syndicated columnist and the founder of Builder of the Spirit Ministries in Jamestown, Indiana.  He can be reached at www.builderofthespirit.org.    

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