He just can’t help himself.
It’s this simple. One party talks about the debt, one party is trying to do something about it. One party wants to slash taxes and follow policies that would make the debt worse, the other is willing to come to the table and make hard decisions. That’s the reality of the matter; that is what is undeniable. Yet every Friday night, Sullivan finds himself in bed with the Burkean/Hayakian eunuchs sitting on the corner of the bed telling him how good it is going to be this time. Just wait, this time will be different.
It’s both sad and hysterical to watch.