Before doing his present number with a Payroll Tax extension, Eric Cantor, the Tea Party’s man in Congress, almost brought about a government default in support of the same underlying issue: Taxes are off the table. Period. We can thus easily visualize him doing this karaoke in the style of Frank Sinatra…
They’ll Do It My Way
And now, though crises loom,
I hold one steadfast notion;
It’s that, tax hikes mean doom,
To this I swear, my full devotion;
For me, negotiate,
A lesser rich folks exalted payday;
That game I’ll never play,
They’ll do it my way.
Some doubts, others may hold,
But doubt for me, a lib trait silly;
I’m sold, deep in the mold.
That says to help, the needy’s frilly;
Today, I man the gate,
I need not make, just compromises;
The base I gotta sate,
Don’t like surprises.
For what is a pol, what’s his to sell,
That keeps him feeding at the well;
You do the sleaze, Tea Party please,
New spending freeze, Obama squeeze;
It hits the wall, his numbers fall:
They’ll do it my way.
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