Letting Joe Biden's agenda be blocked by the Filibuster is a sign of insincerity. If you want to get something done, you do what you have to do to get it done. I was raised to believe that, if you did not get what you wanted, you did not want it enough.
I am not one of those Americans, who for many years have urged their Senators to continue efforts to support bipartisanship. I like Senators who get off the sidelines and enter the fray; who don't let themselves be intimidated by the bully on the block.
The Filibuster; a 19th century solution to a 21st century problem. Would you hire a plumber from the 19th century to fix a problem with the water pipes in your house?
First off, dead people never show up on time.
Second off, that plumber’s skill set would not be adequate for getting the job done; people were still using out-houses and chamber pots in those days.
A substitute for the Filibuster might include something similar to what the EU calls a qualified majority. In it, a measure only passes when a majority of states and a majority of the overall population is represented, making it impossible for a majority of less populous nations to dictate the agenda.
The Filibuster is an absess on the American body politic, that needs to be punctured.
Radio Yerevan: President Biden, America's house of democracy is on fire! Shouldn't we call the fire department?
President Biden: No, we should pray for rain. The situation is serious and you really should do something about it. By the way, I send the voters in Republican-controlled states my thoughts and prayers.
Radio Yerevan: Senator Coons, the Filibuster is preventing the US Senate from passing voter reform. Shouldn't we do away with it?
Senator Coons: Are you asking me to give up my unearned, aristocratic and antiquated privilege? What kind of democracy do you think you live in?
There are moments when you can believe that humanity is alive and well.
Maybe you have experienced that feeling, when the carefree progression of your life becomes threatened by a creeping sense of panic?
After putting my jacket in a locker with my friends’ backpack and hat, I reached into my trouser pocket for the re-assuring touch of my keys and didn’t find them there. I patted down all of my pockets. No keys. I reached again into the pocket where I always keep my keys, and still didn’t find them there. I went back to the locker, unlocked it and went through all the pockets in my jacket. Nothing. I thought, “This can’t be happening.“ Then I started to think about where I might have dropped them. I went back to the ticket counter, where I had taken my ID out of that pocket. They sent me to lost and found. No one had turned in any keys. I went out of the museum after explaining to the guards that I needed to find my keys and that I would be back soon. I went out to where I had waited for my friends in front of the entrance before they had arrived and looked all over the concrete surface, still no keys.
Then I re-traced my steps back to my apartment. I rang my neighbor’s doorbell to have her let me into the building and went back to my apartment on the assumption that, after locking the door, my hand must have missed my pocket, while trying to put away my keys. But there were no keys on the ground.
I then seriously considered going to the trouble and expense of calling a key service in order to get into my apartment. But before I did that, I thought that I should once more go back to where I might have lost them outside the museum entrance.
I looked at the ground all along the way on the far-out assumption that while I was walking I could have lost my keys and that they could still be on the ground without having been picked by a passerby and handed over to the nearest store owner.
Shortly before I got back to the museum, I saw the museum guard, to whom I had spoken earlier, waving his arm in my direction. When I got up close I could see that he had my keys in his hand! He joyfully explained that an elderly man had found them on the ground and had turned them over to the him while he was standing outside the museum entrance.
In that moment, I could believe that fate was looking out for me, that people do care about each other and that this was my lucky day.
How easy would it have been for that elderly man to take my keys home with him, put them in a drawer and forget about them? What sense of decency, pity, or responsibility motivated him to try to help me; someone whom he had never seen before? How did that vision of misery, symbolised by those orphaned keys, resonate in his existence?
I will be eternally grateful to that man. I would very much like to give him something or say something to him to express my gratitude for his selfless expression of humanity. But it seems that you can’t pay back kindness. It seems that the only thing you can do, is to pass that kindness onto someone else. I hope then that I, in a similar situation, will be willing to help a stranger in the same way that he helped me.
It hurts me to seen grown elected officials come crying home to their constituents, saying "Mitch/The Republicans/The Other Side/The Bad Guys won't let me do what you elected me to do!" And when those constituents ask "Why", the answer is, "Because I let them."
Senator Elizabeth Warren recently published a video
, that explains the subject succinctly.
The Filibuster continues to fuel my imagination. It challenges me to find mental images that may not make sense of it, but at least make it understandable. I intend to use this space to unload some of those thoughts, on the assumption that once written down, they will cease to bother me.
The Filibuster, a festering wound that just won’t heal.
The Democrats, who have once again let themselves get screwed over by a recalcitrant minority, remind me of those men who go to establishments with red lights in order to let women dressed in black whip them.
By supporting the Biden Agenda and the Filibuster, Democrats look like they want to set their sails for a great adventure without weighing anchor.
Now playing in the United States Senate!
Samuel Beckett's world-famous play, 'Waiting for Bi-Partisan Election Reform'!
Starring Joe Manchin and Mitch McConnell as Vladimir and Estragon!
With the Senate Democratic Caucus hiding in the wings!
Defending the Filibuster is like giving your opponent permission to hit you.
It was 2:44 AM and I was lying in bed wondering why I was awake at that hour. In similar situations, I have always told myself, that I should get up and do something, instead of just lying in bed and thinking about doing something. Soon, though, in a moment of clarity, it occured to me that I could start something about which I have been thinking for years; a web log. Those random thoughts, that come and go through my mind, would, transferred from mind to screen, finally have a place to call home.
So I got out of bed and in my dark apartment, lightened only by my iPad screen, started looking for blog software. I settled on Serendipity, partially because I like the name, but also because I wanted something off the beaten, complicated path, that wouldn't have to have a security update every couple of months.
We will see how long this project holds up; whether I will continue to hone my writing or whether I will lose interest and forget about why I wanted to do this. I do hope that I will write about subjects that will find an audience outside the usual social media. We will see.