Zelig, the human chameleon, sneaks toward the Oval Office, with a Frankenstein clone in his wake, but the real action comes from McConnell, Boehner and his Igor, Eric Cantor, bumbling toward control of Congress.
With an inert President, Larry, Curly and Moe could be running the country. It will only hurt when we laugh.
The old-movie metaphor stretches just so far, but has the American electorate been reduced to the pre-adolescent stupor of those days when we blissfully assumed adults ran the country while we went to school and were entertained on weekends?
With only hours left in which to grow up, the answer seems to be a resounding maybe.
Before they go into those chambers to vote, American adults may want to think twice or thrice before giving themselves over to a mindless Washington dream machine.
At the end of our day, when the Cracker Jacks and candy were gone, we went home to a dull but healthful dinner prepared by parents similar to Barack Obama and Democrats, but at least we didn’t wake up the next day with a tummy ache that could last four years.
Pass the popcorn.