The groundhog saw its shadow. America saw the same old script. Six more weeks of winter, six more months of excuses. The creature gets hauled up by the scruff of its neck and forced into prophecy. The country does the same thing with its politicians.
Congress repeats the same fights: debt ceilings, masks, inflation. Nothing is solved, everything is recycled. Inflation was supposed to be “transitory.” It has now lasted longer than the patience of anyone trying to feed a family on a paycheck that feels thinner by the week. Rent isn’t transitory. Groceries aren’t transitory. Neither is the despair that builds when you realize those in charge think weather metaphors are policy.
If Punxsutawney Phil had any sense, he’d stay in the hole until after the midterms. That way, at least one animal escapes this country’s endless loop.