Because far from being a useful political tool in someone's backpocket, the sequester, if allowed to kick in, threatens the livelihoods of tens, maybe hundreds of thousands of Americans.
So now that my foot has healed, I'm going back to the youthinator, putting on my running shoes, keeping Rob's phone number tucked in the backpocket of my work-out clothes, hobbling over to the recumbent bike in the corner of the advanced orthopedic rehabilitation center, and for 30 minutes a day pedaling furiously backward toward my youth.