Okay, so late one evening I see this drunk guy crawling on the ground around a lamp post. I ask him what he’s doing and he says he’s looking for his keys. I ask him where he thinks he dropped them.
“Over there, in that dark alley,” he slurs.
So why are you looking for them here under the street lamp?
“The light’s better,” he says.
That’s how the debate in Congress over cutting foreign aid often looks to me. Continue reading




