The party of Lincoln goes up a tree. Define tree by number of Republicans tethered to its reflective nature. Reflecting fear is a manner of speaking: guns proving guns rely on guns to prove guns. In a nearby hole, the Democrats squat on the tut tut of their own Congress. The People in terms of walking down the street leave to walk down the street. This satisfies a basic urge to remove. Kindly kid Congress into going, somewhere would be fine.