The Political Henhouse

If the American political scene were broken down using notable chickens, here is what might serve as appropriate characterizations of the most prominent types.
Foghorn Leghorns. These are none other than the southern fried Republicans who continue to bray and cluck over the “socialist” plans of the Democratic President and the largely Democratic congress. Their fear is if the Democrats have their way, the country will end up looking like one of those creepy decadent European countries or maybe Canada, except, of course, for their fine hockey players. They chant “my country tis of me” or “my country, right or wrong.” They would never chant “my country right or left.”
Chickens That Cross the Road. These are nominal Democrats from historically red states who are nervous about getting re-elected, so they scurry back and forth across the political road from left to right and from right to left so as to create the illusion that they are middle-of-the-roaders and therefore appealing to the independent vote, the vote that got them into office in the first place. They don’t cross the road to get to the other side. They cross the road to get the vote from the folks standing in the middle.
Chicken Littles. These are the Democrats who are comfortably ensconced in liberalism and therefore view the President as a backslider and all-too-ready compromiser with the Republicans. They started out thinking pragmatism was a good thing, but now view it as a euphemism for backsliding. Every time an issue comes up and the President doesn’t take a hard liberal stand, they foresee the day when the whole liberal agenda will come crashing down as if the sky is falling. The pink could of liberalism will disappear.
The Little Red Hen. This is President Obama’s persona. He invites everyone to the table to help with the making of policy, but in the end he will have to do it himself because no other political chickens have the courage or faith that he can pull it off. But as the story goes, the Little Red hen gets to eat the pie all by herself.