“We don’t like the day,” said one.
“We used to like it; the way it used to be; but we don’t like it
anymore.”
“Too light,” added another.
“Too bright,” said a fourth, grabbing the mike and staring straight into
the camera.
The chorus continued.
“Why can’t we go back to the way it was?”
“You mean go back to” a reporter began but was cut short.
“I mean go back to last night.”
“Well, it will be night soon, if you could just wait—”
“I don’t want to wait. I want to go back to the dark days of last
night, right now.”
“I think you mean the dark night of yester day, Senator. Not the dark
days.”
That’s the way it went all day long as Democrats tried to convince
Republicans that everything would be all right if they were patient and allowed
nature to take its course. And Republicans rambled on about how good the night
was in the good old days—last night.
A hearing was convened on the spot because there was no time to waste.
The day was slipping away. Irony replaced lunacy for a short time as scientists
tried to convince Republicans that day and night was something we really did have no
control over.
“That's just the way it is,” said an elitist scientist from one of those
Ivy League schools.
