Our country is in trouble.
Budget problems, and politicians unwilling to face them.
They form committees… supercommittes, but nothing happens.
That’s when we sent in a team of chefs.
The chefs took one look, grabbed the books, and threw out the cooks trying to cook them.
After washing the fudge off of the numbers, they brought in masseuses to massage the numbers to get them to relax.
The ugliest of the numbers were sent to a beauty salon to make as nice as they could.
Finally, the numbers were released…
And they ran for the hills as our country collapsed.