Nancy "Puffs" and I puke in my mouth.

Seriously, I think this may be the best photo ever to show us what is going on in Washington. We've got Dolt Farts on both sides, all fat cats (or plastic stretched kittens) who wouldn't know where to go to buy a dozen eggs if their life depended on it. "Well, I guess I'd have the driver take me to the country and I'd find a farmer and see if they might trade me for a photo opportunity or autograph." These people are disconnected.

Sure there is a bright future and, here in the intermountain west, we have more young candidates than ever trying to get elected, trying to make a difference, but the thing is, if you want to go far in the current political arena, you have to eventually bow to corporate interests on one side or the other, and that is why without Campaign Finance Reform, first and formost before ANY other political gambit, we are doomed.

Distractions are too easy in this new media world. Attention spans have difficult time maintaining a full day, let alone a week or a month or a year. People simply do not care that much about any single thing and they get too distracted anyway, because there are too many new little gadgets, apps, things to do in our free time. We are a nation on narcisistic steroids. So its off to Facebook.... "My toast is sooo yummy this morning... I think I'll eat eggs later!"

Blow hards on the sidelines do all they can in their power to keep one topic from coming up through the sewer pipe that is mainstream media... Campaign Finance Reform. The outliers on both sides fear that more than anything else. The rest is just a volleyball game. The ball will go back and forth. There will be spikes, there will be points gained and lost, but so long as their game can go on... their power will remain in tact. But if Campaign Finance Reform were to ever come about... the game is over.

So while our innocent little mungers want to go and get elected, and our hats off for their sacfice... I'm sure it has nothing to do with the pension and healthcare benefits... they are bound to follow only in the footsteps of their older predecessors. Which is too bad. Really too bad.

So fart away Nancy.... Your friend Charlie Wilson seems to love the smell of your intestines.