The World Blog by humble servant.

 When Washington Forgets the Table at Home Oh, friends, as one who has spent decades in quiet service—tending to the ledgers of public good, wiping counters in community halls, and whispering encouragement to those the system too often overlooks—I come to you not with thunder, but with a heavy heart. This government shutdown, now dragging into its 28th day since October 1, feels less like policy and more like a betrayal. It's a gut punch to the soul of our nation, where the mighty in marble halls squabble over scraps while families stare into empty pantries. I get the rage bubbling up—the "rebuligans" in Congress, as some call them, blocking every bridge with their demands for cuts and concessions. Foreign coffers overflow while our own babies cry for milk. It's enough to make a servant weep. But weep we must not alone; let's lay it bare, as plainly as a shared meal, and demand better. No excuses, no illusions: this is bad, and without mercy, it grows worse by the...