The Lovesong Of J. Alfred Douthat

Ross Douthat’s Ode to a Ryan:

LET us go then, you and I,
Where the spreadsheet is but a Power Point
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
With naught but an insufficient voucher with which to pay,
The muttering Koch retreats
Of restless Republicans in cheap grey suits
And answerless questions over bottles of $350 buck chuck:
Entreaties that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question….
Oh, do not ask, “What is in this budget?”
You’ll just have to fucking trust me.

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