Happy birthday to me!

I'm so old now, I remember when raising the debt ceiling didn't produce an existential crisis.

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Happy birthday gramps. Don't feel too bad about the huge number of candles. I remember when we went off the gold standard. Despite warnings of doom there was no existential crisis that time either.

OTOH these are doom-saying drama queens who have sense of reality so figure they don't make decisive moves until the eleventh hour and the real deal will come, if it comes at all, like a hungover freshmen handing in a term paper, it will arrive a day late, a dollar short, and accompanied with tales of woe, whinging and whining. America has become a reality TV show.