A Full House

A house, full of homespun remedies… ranging from the good old “redrain the swamp…rid of the whole lot of them.. “ to a more antiseptic approach…"let's clean house..." 

Housewarming gifts... that, instead of coming empty handed, you bring to your host, of the party. Here come the newest Washingtonians, bearing their version, including some slightly used sanitizer - “if you’re going to fight dirty…you’re either with us, or we’ll…” along with their bigger, better version of the doggy bag, one which, given our awareness of history, will have them taking a hefty sum, after promising to make things more affordable for the rest of us (can you say “table scraps”?) But wait, who's this...

Stranger in our midst (spells “danger” to them)… who comes with the most peculiar looking…what’s called a “diplomatic pouch” which, when the host opened it, contained a simplest of messages of hope, which the card played upon opening…”🎶the more we get together the happier we’ll be…” Who better than an Armenian Canadian, Egyptian-born, singer-lyricist and author all rolled up into one, named Raffi, to bring this group of spoiled brats together and have what in a briefest of moments of non-quarreling that occurs between the two sides of the aisle and then proceeds to some family infighting...” Ok children, it’s time for Kumbaya"

Across the reflection pond... "Go find your own, this one's all mine!" Now we're talking about a man, well into his senior years, and his presidential palace. 

Washington Times... to be followed by the Washington Post: "Shape up or ship out (for Pete's sake!)"