I made the mistake of watching the early morning “debate” on the so-called Big Beautiful Bill in the House of Representatives. I want my time back.

What unfolded wasn’t a debate—it was a farce. A soul-sucking, mind-numbing, choreographed series of one-minute speeches, alternating between Republicans and Democrats like clockwork, with all the sincerity of a fast-food commercial. Not one question was asked. Not one mind changed. Just noise—empty, insulting noise.

Instead of substance, we got the same tired talking points vomited out with robotic precision. Each side clinging to its script, spewing distortions, half-truths, and outright lies without a hint of shame.

No one was there to be convinced. No one was there to think. This was pure political cosplay—a bunch of overpaid actors playing government on the taxpayers’ dime.

There was no exchange of ideas. No critical thinking. Just a parade of soundbites aimed at the nearest camera. A wasteland of lies, spin, and delusion. Truth had long left the building. Each side endlessly repeated its slogans, half-truths, and distortions as if repetition could make them real. There was no effort to engage. No attempt to reason. Just theater—bad theater.

It was pure performance. Politics as content. Government as theatre.

Story after story of the sick, the poor, the disadvantaged, heart-rending stories narrated by the elite and wealthy representatives who will never experience those tragedies they seek to exploit. 

The Democrats? Marching in perfect lockstep, eyes forward, no deviation tolerated. The Republicans? Some stood firm. Others, predictably, folded—trading integrity for a pat on the head or thirty seconds of favorable press.

No deliberation. No persuasion. No actual work is being done. Just another staged spectacle meant to trick Americans into thinking their representatives are “doing something,” when in reality, they’re rehearsing for their next media hit.

What I watched wasn’t democracy. It wasn’t leadership. It wasn’t even politics.

It was a complete and utter waste of time—mine, yours, and the nation’s.

An outpouring of sewage from the so-called People’s House.

The Democrats marched in lockstep, eyes glazed over, repeating the script. And a few Republicans, in a now all-too-familiar act of betrayal, crossed the aisle—not out of courage or principle, but out of weakness, opportunism, or some twisted need to be liked by people who despise them anyway.

What a joke. What a disgrace.

And for what? What was accomplished?

Nothing.

And the worst part? They’ll do it all again tomorrow.

A morning wasted. On ego. On lies. On the Big Beautiful Farce.

And we’re supposed to thank them for their service?

This wasn’t democracy. It was an infomercial. And all I got for my trouble was the sinking feeling that this country is running on fumes and bad faith.

We weren’t just screwed, we were royally fucked!

-- Steve