Throw Me Something Mister

Next month it will be carnival time again in the Big Easy, better know as New Orleans and the crowds will line Canal street and others in the Vieux Carre (French Quarter) as Mardi Gras gets into full swing. And hundreds of thousands of screaming revelers will line the narrow streets as the various Krewe's stage their parades for seven days. Many revelers will be in a drunken stupor as the floats from Rex and Zulu go by and the most single sound heard from the crowd will be, "thrown me something mister". And those on the floats with their ghost-like mask will fling tens of thousands of beaded necklaces to the waiting out-stretched hands while the roar of "thrown me something mister" booms throughout the crowds.

This year however, the carnival has started early and not in the streets of New Orleans, but in the halls of congress but the sound is the same, "thrown me something mister". And those on the floats of the Krewe of Pelosi and the Krewe of Reed hear the voices of the drunken masses and toss, not the Mardi Gras beads, but the tax-payer's dollars and the greedy hands fight for the Grant's and Franklin's floating in the wind. Yes, its Carnival time in Washington, but when the party is over and only a faint echo of "thrown me something mister" can be heard, there will be the roar of one hell of a hangover!