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chillin'Topic: "Where Sun Doan Shine"(8)
For the record dear reader, you are present at another anniversary for Frodo. In addition, this milestone chronicles an average input of 150 postings per annum, which ain't bad for a Hobbit with absolutely no history of finishing anything he ever started. Witness, for example, the continued presence of the Ring as well as Newt Gingrich.
On this day of celebration, the Hobbit shares the mood for "sequestration" that seems to best reflect the national news. Why, he wonders, haven't the parties simply been locked up in some sort of confined environment and held there until they come to some sense of consensus? He knows that some of the participants will never compromise on anything, which means that still another legal solution fails the larger world. The result would be that, eventually, the money will run out, and the sequestrees would starve. No loss.
Frodo is similarly imprisoned in an Appalachian valley with shifting weather fronts. Dandy and Tess are with the Hobbits, and they keep looking longingly at the motorcar, hoping that a bare foot will be placed on an accelerator and a homeward journey will begin before the next supper dish finally appears. Sharing living arrangements with those who first read the obituaries on a daily basis cements the aura of "lands end" which imprisons the Hobbit this day. Sydney and Beau Neau McKitty are thriving in the Shire with the careful attention paid their every whim by Miss Ellyn. Too bad, thinks the Hobbit, that Sydney is not here, in full screech, to bring a swift conclusion to the sequestration suffered herein.
Say, maybe there is a solution for the negotiators after all. Let them see how long they last with an eternal tape of a cockatiel in full screech. Boehner would break into tears.
Happy Frodo Day.
