It's now signed and there's not a single member of all the houses, the Executive Branch, or the Supreme Court that have a clue what's written on the thousands of pages.
Hopefully, somebody that really loves me had a moment to add to the bill and bequeathed me a few million to start research on why concrete is hard. Of course, I'll need a few million after that to prove concrete is hard, but that's part of the game. At least I'm not trying to find what aeronautical maneuvers are required for a fly to land on the ceiling.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.