Once Upon a Time
There was a man named Jim Bunning. Jim loved to play baseball. He played so well he had a career as a professional player. He was so good he made the Baseball Hall of Fame. When it was time to lie the old glove down he decided to move back to his Kentucky home.
That is when it happened. One day Jim woke up bored with life and decided he had a opinion worth sharing and ran for public office.
He started off as city councilman and ended years later as a Republican senator. For the most part Jim didn’t rock any boats. He stayed in line with the party and managed to stay out of the lime light.
In 2009, he found himself unable to raise the millions of dollars it takes to stay in an office that pays only a fraction of what it takes to get the job.
Our man Jim decided to call in the dogs in and go home. The job just wasn’t worth the trouble.
Then one day when ask to vote for a routine bill to extend benefits and jobs to some people that really needed it he ask the question. This question would take him out of the shadows and place him on the front page of ever paper in the country.
The question he ask was simple and to the point. It is ask every day in almost ever household across this nation.
Where are we going to get the money to pay for it?
Before the last words came out of his mouth, he was already seeing the backs of his conservative friends. It is one thing to claim to be a conservative but quite another to ask about the money.
The democrats screamed into the microphones to any one that would listen that a lunatic was loose in Washington.
The talking heads on the six o’clock news announced that Jim hated poor people and thought four lane highways were simply a waste of money. Obama was speechless. He could only shake his head at the mention of Jim Bunning.
Yes, Jim had done something no one else could do. He had brought all Washington in agreement that they had to get this bill passed and passed fast. What would happen if someone else drank the cool-aid and ask where the money was coming from to pay for something.
Senator Bunning, I only wished you lived in my state. You are a great American and a man that actually acts, as he if he understands.
Some day when my kids and grand kids start to pay back all this borrowed money they will ask why didn’t ya’ll listen to Jim Bunning.
That is of course if they aren’t slaves to China by them.