I’ve Gone Completely Idiomatic!

President Trump’s nomination of Michigan billionaire Betsy DeVos to be secretary of education is finally coming down to the wire. 

Tomorrow morning, the members of the Senate Health, Education, Labor and Pensions (HELP) Committee will either give her a thumbs up or thumbs down. A majority “up” vote will send her nomination to the full Senate for a final vote in early February.

The committee delayed the vote for one week to give members extra time to review her financial and ethics statements and … just maybe … debate her complete and utter lack of experience and qualifications for the job.

threadSince her debacle at the hearing two weeks ago, I’ve been on pins and needles, hanging by a thread. I feel like I’ve been running around like chicken with its head cut off. It is incomprehensible that someone with absolutely zero experience with education could soon run the department overseeing the nation’s entire public education system.

The whole mess is enough to make a grown man go absolutely idiomatic.

horseI can’t help it. I am about to open a can of whoop a@* and rain down idioms like they were cats and dogs on a hot tin roof. I’m on it like a chicken on a June bug. And I am not going to get off my soap box until the dead horse is properly flogged and the fat lady has sung!

Therefore, let me cut to the chase and knock the cat from my tongue!  I’m foaming at the mouth to get started. So, let me make a long story short, start from scratch and go for broke.  Haste makes waste. This is no knee-jerk reaction so let’s cut to the cheese.

cowsI am not going to beat around the bush any longer. I am ready to bite off more than I can chew and keep this going til the cows come home.

Yeah, I have a chip on my shoulder. Maybe I got up on the wrong side of the bed. Maybe I’ve lost my head. You may find this over the top. Regardless, I am about to wear my heart on my sleeve.

We’re all in the same boat. So, it’s time to pick up your ears. Let’s make no bones about this and get down to brass tacks. I cannot turn a blind eye. I am putting all my eggs in one basket.

Some might say I should just let sleeping dogs lie and keep a stiff upper lip. cute-dogMaintain a level head, pipe down, and put a sock in it. It is probably no use to ruffle any feathers or shoot my mouth off because anything I say will fall on deaf ears anyway. Nonetheless, I’m going flap my gums and give my two cents worth.

Maybe I shouldn’t make a mountain out a molehill, right? I should just bite my tongue. Why add fuel to the fire? It will soon be water under the bridge.

Perhaps I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Maybe there’s more than meets the eye. Ms. DeVos might just have gotten off on the wrong foot. With his introduction, Senator Lamar Alexander was the consummate devil’s advocate. Despite this, Betsy’s responses went over like a lead balloon.

cucumberWith that perpetual smile, Betsy obviously thinks she has this thing in the bag. She’s as cool as a cucumber. The process has been a piece of cake and as easy as pie. DeVos and her family have given an arm and a leg for this cabinet position. Just a pig in a poke and a drop in the bucket to them.

I fear we’re heading up a blind alley. It’s not just a gut feeling. I have a sixth sense about these things and I smell a rat. DeVos is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. She’s completely unqualified and has Van Gogh’s ear for music. Her actions in her home state of Michigan speak louder than words. A leopard can’t change her spots. We all know she can’t cut the mustard.

This is no rags to riches story, Betsy’s just another fat cat who’s been living high on the hog since she was in diapers. We can all recognize Fool’s gold.

She has an axe to grind and has a method to her madness. She thinks she knows the ropes of running schools but doesn’t know the half of it. She truly thinks public schools are going to hell in a hand basket. She has no plans to try to level the playing field. She’s just hoping bacon.jpgto bring home the bacon for her billionaire friends. She claims to be an advocate for the poor kids trapped in the crab bucket. “C’est des conneries!” Excuse my french.

Some of these senators got everything but the kitchen sink.  Her donations are nothing to sneeze at. They should all be as happy as box of birds. They do know which side their bread is buttered on. She’s in like Flynn. It’s in the bag.

waggingShe will be a puppet on Trump’s string. We know he’s flying by the seat of his pants. We must guard ourselves because he may be wagging the dog. This could just be the tip of the iceberg.

If this happens, it will like rubbing salt in the wound for many of us. We expected the Senate to rise to the occasion and take care of business. Go the extra mile for us. We continue to get the short end of the stick and know where we stand. We recognize when people are just blowing smoke because actions speak louder than words. The lights in the Capitol building were on but no one was home. Fool me twice, shame on me.

We’re now behind the curved eight ball and in between a rock and a hard place. It could be all over but the crying. It is in the duck’s guts. Read them and weep. We won’t be able to make a silk purse out of this sow’s ear. weep

It is now obvious that barking dogs will not frighten the elephants. We can read the writing on the wall. The Republican senators will never bite the hand that feeds them.

This will hard to swallow and will leave a bad taste in our mouth. We do seem to be suckers for punishment. But it’s not time to press the panic button. Just keep our chin up. We’re still alive and kicking. Our goose is not yet cooked. It’s not time to roll over and play dead. It’s time to get on the same page. Let’s give them an earful. Let’s keep talking til we are blue in the face. It’s not over til it’s over.

We know that when the going gets tough for teachers, the tough get going. Hopefully, we will be able to close the barn door before all the good horses bolt. This may be the last straw for some, the icing on the rotten cake. For that reason, we can’t let her off the hook.

We’re against the clock and down to the wire. Time to hit the brakes. Drastic times call for drastic measures.  We must go the extra mile, come hell or high water. This happens over our dead body. It’s no time to straddle the fence. No dice. The balls in our court. We must balls.jpggive it the whole nine yards. Or else we will be letting bygones be bygones. So, let’s pull the plug and start from scratch.

Anyhow, it is time for me to blow this Popsicle stand! I’ve run out of steam. It’s time to hit the hay. Elvis has left the building.

I don’t know about you, but I think I hit the nail on the head with this post, knocked it out of the park.  Maybe, somehow, we will be saved by the bell. Your guess is as good as mine.

Let’s bring it home. Call your senator and tell them to send Trump back to the drawing board.

Betsy DeVos has no business serving as the U.S. Secretary of Education. That’s as plain as the nose on our face. Without a doubt, clear as day.

I’m out!

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