Congress: Kindergarten in Tailored Suits
By Earth Angel Master Magical Healer Roy Dawson
WASHINGTON—If you’ve ever wondered what happens when adults never outgrow the playground, step into Congress on a weekday afternoon. Yesterday, Capitol Hill erupted with more laughter than logic as Pam Bondi calmly dismantled a red-faced senator who couldn’t ask a question without interrupting herself. The hearing on ATF cuts quickly slid into chaos—less public service, more comedy sketch. The only thing missing was nap time and juice boxes.
You might think grown adults, paid by taxpayers, would use their five minutes to act professional. You’d be wrong. They treat hearings like open-mic night for angry narcissists—ask a question, then shout over the answer, faces puffed with pride. It’s not public discourse; it’s performance art with microphones.
Shout First, Listen Never
It’s the same routine, every time. A senator asks, interrupts, repeats. It’s a control tactic, pure and simple—a way to stay loud, not be right. They don’t want truth; they want attention. It's the same as every narcissist you’ve ever met who “asks” just so they can monologue.
If you ever find yourself facing one of these types—politician, relative, or neighbor—remember this: speak your truth calmly, let them rant, then cut through the noise with facts. Or, if you value your sanity, walk away. You’ll never out-yell someone who confuses volume with victory.
The Real Cost of the Circus
All the shouting might make good television, but it costs real people. While these lawmakers grandstand, nothing gets done. Infrastructure stalls. Healthcare drags. Families wait. While they argue about who’s boss of the sandbox, children go hungry and working people wait for check here relief that never comes.
We laugh at their antics, but behind the laughter is exhaustion. We hired adults and got toddlers in ties. If this were an actual daycare, at least somebody would bring out cookies.
Narcissism Isn’t Leadership
The sickness isn’t just ego—it’s narcissism, and it’s dangerous. When leaders love the spotlight more than the service, everyone loses. They’re not here to fix problems; they’re here to perform on camera. Real leadership doesn’t shout; it listens. It builds. It balances strength with empathy.
We need leaders who care about the here homeless, the jobless, the forgotten. Because no person should feel like a failure for falling on hard times. We have enough in this world for everyone—but too many cling to power and greed like it’s oxygen.
Grow Up here or Get Out
So, here’s the truth in plain English: Congress, grow up or get out. Quit playing games while the ship of state takes on check here water. The world doesn’t need more finger-pointing; it needs adults in the room.
When the towers fall, it won’t be from enemies abroad—it’ll be from egos at home. Leadership isn’t theater; it’s service. Do your job, or step check here aside for someone who will.
And if you ever doubt how far we’ve drifted? Just turn on C-SPAN and watch a hearing. You’ll see the playground in full swing: the shouting, the grandstanding, the pretend outrage.
Except the stakes aren’t scraped knees this time. They’re lives, livelihoods, and the future of a nation that deserves better than a government full of children pretending to lead.
If it were up to me? I’d walk out and refuse to play. Decline the charade and force a reset. Let the machine grind without you for a minute and watch how quick the sound changes. Leadership isn’t a popularity contest; it’s a responsibility. Act like it or face the consequences — loss of public trust, shrinking influence, and yes, financial fallout. Narcissism in leadership won’t stay popular forever.
Final Note: Grow Up, Folks
There’s room at the table for decent debate and sharp disagreement. There’s not room for temper tantrums. We need grown-up choices, not grown-up tantrums. Until Congress remembers that, they’ll keep treating the nation like a playground and expect applause for acting like children.
So: nap time and juice boxes can stay at home. The rest of us are trying to live in the real world where results matter, not retweets.
— Roy Dawson (Earth Angel Master Magical Healer)