Eric Cantor, the Tea Party's rep in Congress, laid it on the line to the President the other day. You want us to keep negotiating, taxes are off the table. Period. Then he commenced crooning in the style of Frank Sinatra...

They'll Do It My Way

And now, though defaults loom
I hold one steadfast notion
It's that, tax hikes mean doom
To this I swear, my full devotion
For me, negotiate
A lesser rich folks exalted payday
That game I'll never play
They'll do it my way.

Some doubts, others may hold
But doubt for me, a lib trait silly
I'm sold, deep in the mold
That says to help, the poor's too frilly
Today, I man the gate
I need not make, just compromises
The base I gotta sate
Don't like surprises.

For what is a pol, what's his to sell
That keeps him feeding at the well
You do the sleaze, Tea Party please
Debt limit freeze, Obama squeeze
It hits the wall, his numbers fall
They'll do it my way.

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