Drain the Swamp

My Dad passed away in May of 2000, he was 76. After he died, I was going through his personal papers and found things I'd expect, and serendipitously, some things I hope they'll find in my personal papers when I'm gone.

One of the latter items, a mimeographed copy, is posted in my office, said this:

"It is the moral duty of every company man to accept the unbelievable, anticipate the unknowable and obligate himself to the unthinkable.

However, it's hard to remember your objective was to drain the swamp when you're up to your ears in alligators."

It hangs in my office, and was written in Dad's own beautiful hand.

The last part of this would be my great advice to all those legislators who are seeking real health reform:

Drain the Swamp - forget the alligators. Let us take care of the alligators, you get back to the business at hand. We'll protect you when you need us...unless of course, you don't get that swamp drained like we asked you to.