Just when you thought Congress was too busy trying to fix the economy, create some jobs, improve the public schools, keep North Korea from blowing something up, or at least find some cute girls to "sext," to enact any more foolish laws, they are at it again.

Forget that in the midst of arguably the worst recession in the history of our country your elected officials found the most pressing need was to drag in major league baseball players and grill them about what they put into their bodies. This has got the steroid hearings beat by a mile.

It seems that with Hussein dead, Bin Laden dead, Madoff behind bars and Clemens indicted, the pols have seen fit to focus on the real criminal masterminds in this world: those who dare lip sync.

You heard me right, Congress just voted to enact a law making it a crime to lip sync a song (or for that matter, sing it at all) and then post it on a site like You Tube. And I'm not talking some slap on the wrist misdemeanor. We are talking up to five years in prison where you will be lip syncing "Hit Me Baby One More Time" in the shower while your cellmate does just that.

It seems that the record companies (and their lobbyists), watching sales plunge faster than Lindsey Lohan's career, want to stop you from sitting in front of your web camera and humiliating yourself with what, at two in the morning may seem like a perfectly solid rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody. In actuality, your true friends will later tell you that it sounded like somebody was torturing a cat while dragging its nails down a chalkboard.

While in the past, this ego-driven insanity would have been nothing more than a shameful and embarrassing attempt to draw attention to oneself, if our lawmakers have their way, it will now be a crime.

You see, each song has a copyright, and for you to attempt to channel the legendary Steve Perry and lip sync "Don't Stop Believin," you are, in the strictest letter of the law, violating that copyright.

The question of course, is where does it stop? Who among us hasn't recounted out favorite movie lines ad nauseam? Who hasn't trotted out your best celebrity impersonation at an otherwise dreadful dinner party? Will you now be accused of copyright infringement? Will every jerk who on the way out the door turns and, in a painfully awful accent, pronounces "I'll be back," face the wrath of the Terminator's lawyers?

Worse yet, if your adorable little girl who thinks Justin Beiber is the hottest thing since the youngest Jonas Brother, face the long arm of the law for belting out a few lines from "Baby?" If it isn't a crime for young Mr. Beiber to sing, I think everyone should be in the clear.

In conclusion, I've got to think that between overflowing prisons, a staggering national debt, a war or two overseas and Roger Clemens and his wife (allegedly) shooting things into their butts, the government has way bigger fish to fry than to come after the karaoke crowd.

If they want to pass a law to get rid of horrible lip-syncing performances that make us all cringe, the least Congress could do is start with banning Britney Spears.