Parliament. Owls would be much better. We have a parliament of liars and sneaks who squark loudly, flail their feathers and fling mud in the face of the truth hoping that no one will notice how far they fall short. What huge heads on narrow shoulders to think themselves special enough to deserve parties while the rest of us sobbed through our shrunken lives. They try to cover their cake munching, booze swilling arses with such diligence they can’t possibly have any time or energy left to serve their constituents, which is us, by the way.
