That’s the Beltway Melody

On So Top Gun, these dipshits in the District; Gotta Fly…Gotta Fly…that’s the Beltway Melody.

No partisan rancor, a quick roundup chorus in full throated unison to fix their fixed wing Yippee Ki-yay get the hell out of Dodge when Sheriff Sequester slowed wheels up.

We’re your posse, auto-turned the business class, Gotta Fly…Gotta Fly, giving volume and cover to that Beltway Melody. While Head Start and Meals on Wheels, and even training for our uniformed heroes have been dry gulched.

Get along little doggies. Nothing to see here.

That’s the Beltway Melody.


I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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