A Nation of Pipes

Ever fly across the country with a window seat?  Most of the country is empty space, but there is usually a town visible somewhere.  And in that town are all the amenities of life.  Gas stations, a motel or two, a nearby airport, and of course restaurants.  If you were to visit that town and find a place to stay, you could eat and retire to your room and use the bathroom to go about your business, which would include flushing your business and hopefully washing your hands afterward if you’re not a member of the Democrat party.

Ever stop to think about all that?  Not the Democrat party part, the rest.  You can flush your business and turn a knob to make water come out of a faucet afterward, and it’s all because of pipes.  The restaurant probably cooked your dinner on a gas stove, requiring more pipes.  Do you see those pipes?  No, they’re rather unobtrusive for the most part.  You never notice them or think about them, but they’re all over the place delivering water and carrying away waste, transporting oil and gas to keep this great country functioning.

For some reason, our young president is confused by this.  He thinks one pipe is a major undertaking and votes present because he’s paralyzed by pipeline confusion.  First proposed in 2008, one pipe still has him flummoxed in 2012 to the point he wants to punt it right into 2013 so he won’t have to think about it during an election year.  It’s just a pipe, you can put it underground or lift it off the ground to offer shade to the local wildlife.  It’s not like this country isn’t crisscrossed by pipes already, but that one pipe has him stuttering and stammering and blaming Republicans for his own inability to deal with the everyday duties of being a president.  It’s pathetic.

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