My senior year of college some friends and I booked a vacation to Mexico. When we got there we found out the hotel had over-sold. (By about 50%, no less). Long story short, the manager tries to offer us four nights instead of seven, put us up in some shitbox motel two miles away for the other three nights, and give us some drink vouchers. He kept saying it was "a good deal."
I'll never forget my friend's response: "That's not 'a good deal,' asshole. That's not even a deal. A deal is you giving us what we were promised."
That's how I feel about our new fiscal cliff "deal."