March Madness

Do you remember the scene in Mary Poppins when she and Bert and the children jumped into the chalk drawing and entered a make believe picturesque world?

That is exactly how I am feeling this March. Like I have entered a world that is surreal somehow. But it is not as pleasant as the world Bert drew up. Not by a long shot.

I am actually tired of hearing about Healthcare Reform, or whatever you want to call it. It is surely not reform by any stretch. It has become bigger than itself and is looming over our heads like some big March storm that threatens to flood us and cause widespread damage.

But Nancy Pelosi and her crew make it sound like if we can just get through the madness of March, then April will surely bring pleasant sunny days and blooming flowers and such. That we should just trust them. That they are doing the right thing.

Even though it is sneaky and beyond comprehension.

This healthcare bill is an enigma. No one really knows what it is all about. But we are promised things like, "Once we pass it, you will like it". Sound familiar? Perhaps they should get James Earl Jones to do a voice over for this slogan, just like he did in Field of Dreams, when he said, "If you build it, they will come."

So, anyway, looks like we have no choice in the matter what-so-ever. So we might as well relax. Go for a walk. Watch the spring flowers starting to burst from their winter lair. Think about smaller issues like, why is Sandra Bullock married to Jesse James? Is she nuts?

Anyway, I cannot wait for March madness to be over. I will relax and re-charge all spring and summer and look forward to a brilliant, crisp fall when the piper comes to call and Washington will pay for their inability, once again, to listen to the very folks who placed them in office in the first place.

And speaking of Mary Poppins, this banter with her employer, Mr. Banks, reminds me a lot of what a conversation between the American people and Nancy Pelosi might sound like:

Us: Just a moment, Nancy Pelosi. What is the meaning of this outrage?
Nancy: I beg your pardon?
Us: Will you be good enough to explain all this?
Nancy: First of all, I would like to make one thing quite clear.
Us: Yes?
Nancy: I never explain anything.