Our Dear Leader wants us to believe that cutting the fingernails and toenails of the budget will cause us all to sink back into the mire of the 17th century. Government by crisis! Chicken Little is running around screaming "The sky is falling! The sky is falling!" and all the other barnyard animals are cowering in fear, searching the skies for lethal chunks of heavy water to crush them to powder.
Oh. Give. Me. A. Break. If everyone who voted for CL last November would stop drinking the Kool-Aid and get a grip, they could see that shrinking the size of our monstrously huge federal government would be a blessing to each and every one of us.