Dear Big Daddy

Dear Kumbayaaarrrggghhh,
I hear you praying, but as much as it pains me to say it, you may actually be knocking on the wrong metaphysical door.
I believe instead you’re looking for someone along the lines of Charles Foster Kane, down the hall in 4-B.
Why?
The simple reason is because I don’t know of a single lawmaker who has ever used the phrase “Kumbaya” in a sentence, unless they were forced to perform it as part of a “it may be well past last call but I still need and deserve a drink” routine.
Unfortunately, I think you have to lay “Kumbaya” at the feet of the fourth estate. Now, as not to insult all of the scribes on press row, I should point out that the vast majority of the members of this elite fraternity would rather be caught writing a lead of, “It was a dark and stormy night” rather than to have to whip out the “Kumbaya” crutch. I have a feeling it’s used primarily by: a) very lazy reporters; and b) reporters who have no sense of humor but have been told by an editor to develop one. These are probably a less sophisticated subset of the reporters who roll out the truthful and brilliant, albeit vastly overused, “Mother’s milk of politics” line uttered by yours truly.
While I would love to be able to control the press for any number of reasons, not the least of which would be to delete “Kumbaya” from the popular lexicon, but sadly Big Daddy doesn’t have that ability.
Now, it’s certainly true that politics has almost as many clich