It is so comforting to know that the State of the Union address is finally going to be delivered on February 5th. It’s had me worried ever since the Speaker of The House informed the President of the United States that he was not going to be allowed to stand before Congress and deliver the much ballyhooed information that our nation’s leader is bound, by the Constitution, to deliver from time to time. For many, many years now it has been delivered verbally, and I so look forward to this speech each year that I actually lose sleep in the days leading up to the address.
In all fairness, though, this information is supposed to be delivered to the Legislative branch of the government, not the people. It’s a state of the union address. Our Congressmen have no idea what’s going on in this country, so they rely on the President to tell them. That’s a scary thought.
And, you thought it was a speech that the President delivered to the people so that we know what kind of condition our country is in. Hah. Let me tell you, folks, that we, the people, know what’s going on in this country. Hell, we live it day in and day out. It’s our elected officials that are clueless. All you have to do is listen to them speak. My guess is that not one of them knows what a gallon of milk or a loaf of bread costs, or has to wait in line to buy groceries, or actually digs deep into their pocket to pay for a tank of gas so they can make it to work the next week.
Now, think of this. We’ve got 535 elected members of Congress who are waiting for a billionaire President to tell them all about what it’s like living in this country. He’s going to tell them about the hardships we face and what they, the members of the Senate and House of Representatives, must do to alleviate those things that burden the citizens of this nation. He’s going to give them all kinds of good advice.
Where does the President get all of his information? Well, by golly, he just knows. He reads about it. He sees what’s going on by watching tv. And the talking heads tell him all about it—all in 30 second sound bites. His advisors advise him, and he can feel the pain of the working class.
Mr. President, allow me to make a suggestion. Save us some time, and just tweet it. Take your 140 characters and tell us to keep our nose to the grindstone or we’ll starve to death. There. Three days ahead of the SOTU address and I’m all full of the knowledge I need to carry me through the year. Now I can sleep soundly.