Poor ole wheeping John, who hoisted himself on his own petard.
As he has two equally unpleasant choices to contemplate, either be becomes the party of the Grinch who stole X-mas, or can surrender to Obama, and sign the tax extension. So ole Boner can go home and celebrate Christmas with a heaping X-mas dinner of roast crow.
No wonder ole John cut the television feed, it ain't pretty folks when weeping John weeps. Strong men vomit and women beat their breasts. While weeping John tries to extract himself from the corner he painted himself into.The only thing MIA will be ole saint Nick, delivering Boehner a ton of coal on X-mas eve.But fair play all, each and eveyr lump should come gift rapped.