Waffles?

In following the debate amongst our congressional representatives over health care reform, I am reminded of waffles.

Not warm, tasty waffles, with healthful globs of sugary syrup and the odd strawberry for color, but the dried up frozen kind, overheated in a cranky old toaster. The kind that tend to flip-flop back and forth and wobble wildly when you frisbee them across the room.

I know that politics is compromise. At least, that's what the theorists believe.

I imagine when they view the messy bill that is likely to come out of Congress, they'll see waffles, slightly compromised in some acceptable way, say with butter instead of syrup and minus the strawberry. I'm afraid I'll see just blackened buttery square frisbees that just won't fly.