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Jul 26, 2011
A failed diplomacy
An adult in the room was attempting to help Washington folks stop kicking the can down the road. He wanted them to achieve the big deal through a balanced approach. He was particularly good at spying out the court which contained the ball.
He did all that and more for weeks, calmly, tolerantly, smiling through the mist of sputum from one hundred thousand frothing partisan lips.
But then the desperate emperor and his knights whined, one time too many, "This should be routine! For fifty years we have routinely raised the debt limit whenever we wanted bribe another voting block or two."
Our honest broker snapped, lost it, screamed, "That's how we got here in the first place you sorry slabheaded sons of bitches." Then he left, leaving behind an adult-free room.
Poor fellow. He was last seen trudging outbound across Memorial Bridge, bindle over his shoulder. As he approached white crosses and six-pointed stars of The Cemetery he was heard to mumble something like, "So sorry guys . Some of us tried to make it worthwhile for you."
He did all that and more for weeks, calmly, tolerantly, smiling through the mist of sputum from one hundred thousand frothing partisan lips.
But then the desperate emperor and his knights whined, one time too many, "This should be routine! For fifty years we have routinely raised the debt limit whenever we wanted bribe another voting block or two."
Our honest broker snapped, lost it, screamed, "That's how we got here in the first place you sorry slabheaded sons of bitches." Then he left, leaving behind an adult-free room.
Poor fellow. He was last seen trudging outbound across Memorial Bridge, bindle over his shoulder. As he approached white crosses and six-pointed stars of The Cemetery he was heard to mumble something like, "So sorry guys . Some of us tried to make it worthwhile for you."
Jul 24, 2011
Drive-by post
And what just drove slowly by is a gleaming 1955 or '56 Ford Victoria convertible. Mint green and hunter green. Wide white walls. My lust meter pegs and blue suede shoes dance in my head.
Jul 23, 2011
The Obama as Master; full flavor edition
There is some discussion of whether the president actually ordered Speaker Boehner and the others onto his carpet. Here is the White House transcript excerpt:
So here’s what we’re going to do. We have now run out of time. I told Speaker Boehner, I’ve told Democratic Leader Nancy Pelosi, I’ve told Harry Reid, and I’ve told Mitch McConnell I want them here at 11:00 a.m. tomorrow.
We have run out of time. And they are going to have to explain to me how it is that we are going to avoid default.
You judge it your way, I'll judge it mine, to wit:
A young hustler jumped on the public tit early in life and prospered "organizing" Chicago neighborhoods south of the Blackstone Hotel. He discovered a natural talent for slithering through the snake holes of the Cook County tyranny machine and added enough luck to find himself hired to administer the executive branch of the government of the United States of America.
Despite his self-proclaimed status as a professor of constitutional law, his imperial summons of Friday, July 22, 2011, reveals ignorance of -- or more likely a conscious decision to ignore -- the Constitution of the United States, particularly Articles 1, 2, and 3.
In other words, Mr. President, you chose last evening to announce that the legislative branch is subject to your orders and therefore no longer a separate and equal branch; that leaders are at your beck and call; that you have a right to summon them before you at a time and place of your exclusive choosing, and, like an insecure headmaster at a squalid private school, to order them produce their homework.
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On January 20, 2010, you raised your hand and swore:
"I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States."
Just words, eh, Sir?
So here’s what we’re going to do. We have now run out of time. I told Speaker Boehner, I’ve told Democratic Leader Nancy Pelosi, I’ve told Harry Reid, and I’ve told Mitch McConnell I want them here at 11:00 a.m. tomorrow.
We have run out of time. And they are going to have to explain to me how it is that we are going to avoid default.
You judge it your way, I'll judge it mine, to wit:
A young hustler jumped on the public tit early in life and prospered "organizing" Chicago neighborhoods south of the Blackstone Hotel. He discovered a natural talent for slithering through the snake holes of the Cook County tyranny machine and added enough luck to find himself hired to administer the executive branch of the government of the United States of America.
Despite his self-proclaimed status as a professor of constitutional law, his imperial summons of Friday, July 22, 2011, reveals ignorance of -- or more likely a conscious decision to ignore -- the Constitution of the United States, particularly Articles 1, 2, and 3.
In other words, Mr. President, you chose last evening to announce that the legislative branch is subject to your orders and therefore no longer a separate and equal branch; that leaders are at your beck and call; that you have a right to summon them before you at a time and place of your exclusive choosing, and, like an insecure headmaster at a squalid private school, to order them produce their homework.
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On January 20, 2010, you raised your hand and swore:
"I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States."
Just words, eh, Sir?
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