Gang is a troubling word. I'm too young to remember the Little Rascals of Our Gang beyond a vague image of Alfalfa and the phrase "Teacher, Miss Pretty".
"West Side Story" is my favorite movie I've never seen. I played the soundtrack LP over and over on my parents' mono record player while pouring over the album cover and liner notes, imagining all the scenes. Do I want the Jets and Sharks negotiating tax deductions and loopholes? No, but I will snap my fingers until the Senators deal! Those guys sure need a choreographer!
Disney's "Robin Hood" is a movie I've seen way too many times. I can only wish the Senate Gang of Six included a bear voiced by Phil Harris and a very cute fox dressed in green:
- Little John: You know somethin', Robin. I was just wonderin', are we good guys or bad guys? You know, I mean, uh? Our robbin' the rich to feed the poor.
- Robin Hood: Rob? Tsk tsk tsk. That's a naughty word. We never rob. We just sort of borrow a bit from those who can afford it.
- Little John: Borrow? Boy, are we in debt.
What else could Obama call the "Gang of Six, or maybe Seven"? Long ago I had a large number of high school studentes who came to the condo every Friday for a noon meal. I called them the "Lunch Bunch". We need a better collective noun for leading compromising bipartisan statesmen, and we need it fast. Merry Men? Let's make every elected representative in Congress wear tights until they work out a deal.
© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder