Despite being in Washington, D.C. for nearly 20 years, I sometimes feel like Alice who has fallen down the rabbit hole into a crazy place where words are used in ways that don’t make sense anywhere else. Take the word, “budget.” To the average American, it connotes the exercise of tabulating how much money is coming in, and deciding how to spend. Money does not grow on trees, so one just prioritizes. And if John and Jane Q. Public decide to borrow — they try to do so with prudence, because being heavily in hock to others is foolish…. (Read more)
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