I’m reminded of a funny story I was told by local musician, producer, singer, songwriter Jim Walker a few years ago.  One day we got off on the topic of people who, with no talent of their own, like to sit there and launch criticisms of bands and how they suck or whatever.

So as the story goes, Jim and a friend were at a bar watching a local band and there happened to be an obnoxious guy standing behind him who kept making rude comments about the band and how they sucked.  You can only ignore someone like that for so long.  Evidently Jim’s friend had had enough of this guy, turned around and asked him “Where’s your song, man?”  I guess he got a lot more quiet after that.

I’m reminded of this humorous episode as I watch Republican infighting over the DACA solution.  It’s humorous for a couple of reasons.  First, Lindsay Graham tries to be Trump’s buddy and get into his inner circle by going golfing with him and flattering him afterwards.  Then he makes what I would say is a good faith effort to work with democratic senator Dick Durbin on a bipartisan solution to DACA.  Does the President want to hear about it?  Sure, c’mon over.

To his surprise, Trump had invited a few of his hardliners to the meeting as well.  Graham’s idea got shot down by Cotton and Perdue who have no intention of working in a bipartisan fashion with any democrat, even though 80% of U.S. citizens want to see a solution for Dreamers.  So Graham is out there strumming his tune, laying out his proposal and Trump gets indignant about it complete with shithole comments.

But as bad and racist as that was, that’s not the point here.  The point is, okay, you don’t like my plan.  Where’s yours?

So, Senators Cotton and Perdue.  Where’s your song, man?