“Well, I got you now.” Brer Fox said when he was able to catch his breath. “You floppy-eared pom-pom-tailed good-for-nothing! I guess you know who’s having rabbit for dinner this night!”…”I guess I’m going to be barbecue this day,” Brer Rabbit sighed. “But getting barbecued is a whole lot better than getting thrown in the briar patch.” He sighed again. “No doubt about it. Getting barbecued is almost a blessing compared to being thrown in that briar patch on the other side of the road. If you got to go, go in a barbecue sauce. That’s what I always say. How much lemon juice and brown sugar you put in yours?” …Brer Fox was convinced now that the worst thing he could do to Brer Rabbit was the very thing that Brer Rabbit didn’t want him to do. He snatched him off the Tar Baby and wound up his arm like he was trying to throw a fastball past Hank Aaron and chucked that rabbit right across the road and smack bang right in the middle of the briar patch. “Tee-hee! Tee-hee!” And the giggle broke into the loudest laughing you’ve ever heard. Brer Fox looked up to see Brer Rabbit sitting on top of the hill on the other side of the briar patch. Brer Rabbit waved. ‘I was born in the briar patch, Brer Fox! Born and raised in the briar patch! And he hopped on over the hill and out of sight.”
Uncle Remus and Bre’r Rabbit
Following the 2012 US elections, the GOP was stuck to the White House Tar Baby, seemingly subject to the whim of President Obama. The GOP fooled Obama into throwing it into the sequester patch. And the sequester patch is exactly where the GOP was born and raised!