To shutdown, or not to shutdown: that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the Capitol to suffer The slings and arrows of furious filibusters, Or to take arms against a sea of appropriations, And by opposing, end them? To furlough—to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The backlog, and the thousand natural shocks That bureaucrats are heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To sleep, perchance to dream— Ay, there's the rub: for in that sleep of shutdown what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil of CRs,