"Sadly, this so-called 'Recovery Summer' could end up with more Americans finding themselves out of work then when it began," said National Republican Congressional Committee spokesman Ken Spain. "Expect Republican candidates across the country to ask one simple question of Democrat incumbents: 'Where are the jobs?'"
ABC News August 24, 2010
'Tis the last rose of Recovery summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions ( under the bus)
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
To give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem;
Since the Recovery are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter Stimulus and Tarp,
Thy leaves o'er the Harp,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay, (Big Ed, Rachel, Mother Jones,HuffPo)
From Love's shining circle
The Gibbs drop away.
When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit,
This bleak world alone? Un-Presidented?
UnPrecedented!
Apologies to Thomas Moore
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