Ranchers are always out there mending fences. I know as my husband gets the gloves on and with his brother visiting as well, they go help my father-in-law.
John Boehner is on a fence that has collapsed and no-one is coming to get the wire from around his neck or to even fix the fence. He’s out there alone having allowed a few tea partiers to steer (haha) his party to ruin.
Even the cattle will have nothing to do with him as they’re OK with all their grass and grain inside the fence and know the eccentric lady with all the exotic pets won’t feed them. He wanted to get there, however, and got stuck.
I remember having to read the Iliad and the Odyssey. I lived the Odyssey once and even saw Scylla and Charybdis. That’s the term for when ships were dashed between a rock and a hard place. Mr. Boehner, this is where you are.
You can help our country or you can help your party lose the next elections. It’s your choice. I believe strongly in mending fences, even before I met my husband and his family and ever saw a ranch. Dee
Cooking with Dee 