Deli of the Damned

What day is it?  The sequester has been going on for so long, I am beginning to lose track of time.

Today I stopped at Goldberg's Deli on the way to work.  It was filled with people reduced to eating small donut-like bits of bread smeared with some sort of thin cheese, with sliced purple onion and thin, oh-so-thin, slices of some foul-smelling fish.  Every face had that hollowed-out look that bespoke oncoming starvation and death.  In every eye you could see fear for the future.  All hope gone.  The only change the nearness of the grave.  Truly, the deli of the damned.

Continuing on to work, I listened to the morning truth on National Public Radio.  The Dow Jones Industrial Average will plummet today, holders of government sinecures will begin receiving notice that they'll have to take seven furlough days between April and October (the horror of it all!), the sequester is all the fault of the Rethuglican party, which was warned of the consequences of the sequester, but has now - somehow - found ways of making our Czar of Czars, His Imperial Majesty, Our Lightworker, President of all Presidents Obama take the blame.  I refuse to accept this.  NPR, far from broadcasting the truth, is fallen to lying.

Oh, my beloved country, that it has come to this.