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I don’t have time to expand on this in diary form, but this is an amazing essay and critique of conservatism (critique is an understatement).
Why Conservatives Can’t Govern
Hat tip to Yosef 52 at dKos for the find.
I will be in Washington, DC next week for our International Union’s Rapid Response conference. This is an annual conference which grew out of the AFL-CIO’s Industrial Union Conference.
Typically, it’s a day and a half or so of educational conferences on pending legislation that is deemed important to the manufacturing/industrial workers in this country followed by a day of storming the hill to meet with your Congresscritters and urge them to vote the “right” way. Also typically, you don’t actually meet with the critter him/herself, but an aide who looks bored to death. The exceptions to this are my Senators, who actually sit down with our group and dazzle us with their brilliance.
Last year, while waiting outside the junior Senator from Pennsylvania’s office for our appointed time, I was informed that my brothers and sisters in our group of twenty or so had “elected” me to be the spokesperson. “WHAT?!?,” says I, When the hell were the nominations for this so-called election? Was there a verified paper ballot or did we use those funky Diebold things? I demand a recount! Don’t you folks realize just how much I despise this man? You don’t realize what you’ve done… waaa, waaa, waaa…” While continuing my never-ending and pathetic whining, it slowly dawned on me that I was “elected” for one reason and one reason only — that is for the sheer entertainment value of my brothers and sisters. Shit. Okay, so I did it. After all, who the hell am I to deny my sisters and brothers a few moments of entertainment in what would otherwise prove to be simply a colossal waste of our time and energy? It’s not like we had any illusions of convincing this walking piece of shit of seeing anything even remotely “our” way.
The meeting lasted twenty minutes or so and ended with the junior Senator from Pennsylvania turning on his heel and stomping out of the room. In the twenty minutes between the so-called “election” and the childish stomping we were treated to many nuggets of wisdom from Ricky. He even repeatedly jabbed a rolled up piece of paper in my face while emphatically making some ridiculous point about CAFTA. All I remember was seeing this piece of paper coming repeatedly in front of my face while he ranted something to the effect of “It’s about the SUGAR!” I also remember trying to decide how much bail would be if I shoved that paper up his ass… “Sugar this, asshole…”
One more funny tidbit from the meeting… Towards the end of the meeting, the junior Senator from Pennsylvania was clearly exasperated and I decided to ask him about Social Security. Do you want to know what the problem with Social Security really is?,” he asks. “By all means, yes,” was my reply while simultaneously thinking “this is gonna be gooood….” We’re not having enough babies!” Chuckles of laughter and snorts of derision erupted from our completely stunned group, to which the man-on-dog replied, “Laugh all you want, IT’S TRUE!” I believe if he hadn’t stomped out at that very moment the next thing out of his mouth would have been something along the lines of his brother’s ability to beat up my brother.
Anyway, the point of this entirely too long comment is that we again are meeting with the junior Senator from Pennsylvania next week. We have been told that the junior Senator from Pennsylvania has indicated that he will again be there. I anticipate another bullshit rigged “election” in my future.
I have decided to truly entertain my brothers and sisters this year. I will ask the junior Senator from Pennsylvania questions submitted from my fellow BooTribbers in response to this comment.
Bring it on!
. . . is smokin’ the House floor now as I speak in the long-delayed war debate.