Heya. It’s early and I’m enjoying some coffee and Lucky Charms (what with St. Patrick’s Day around the corner we need to celebrate all stereotypes) so thought I’d put something out before getting serious about serious matters.
So, Rand Paul, amiright? I mean look, I’m no card-carrying member of the Cult of Paul (the senior or younger), however some of my favorite people are so I cast no aspersions. But he generally makes sense to me and his election was pleasing. Yesterday’s filibuster, however, was a remarkable new thing because he did something we haven’t seen in a while: he acted on principle, and spoke passionately about something he believed in, and he left the Senate floor to thunderous applause. Ace nails it here:
This filibuster excites me for the same reasons — a return to the Old Ways, the ways that actually work, the way American politics is actually supposed to be conducted, with Senators offering thoughtful defenses of their positions and, above all, insisting that this nation is We the People not We the Ministers & Lesser Bureaucratic Warlords of Whatever Current Government the Public Has Had the Folly to Install In Office.
I don’t entirely agree with Rand Paul, at least if he’s arguing for an absolute bar– the Terrorist On His Way To Deliver a Working Nuke to NYC obviously (to me anyway) merits a unilateral exercise of prophylactic lethal force (assuming time won’t permit regular order to be followed).
But this filibuster is bigger even than that issue (which is itself large). This filibuster is about the basic character of a Democratic Republic, and restoring that character to good working order.
Amen and Hallelujah. When Barack Obama was re-elected, a dude I know who helped vote the most cynical pack of politicians into office (again) said, “If you can’t find anything to be happy about over the next four years, that’s on you!” Leaving aside for a moment that I don’t tie my happiness to who’s in the executive office — the assumption of which is what makes that person just a dude and not a man — let me just say this: Sen. Rand Paul just gave me something to be happy about in the realm of politics. And also in the larger world of man. Because belief in something (as opposed to living a philosophy that can be summed up with the maxim “everything has a price”) touches a deeper string and plucks it and leaves it vibrating. And I haven’t gotten that from a political figure in quite some time. So, silly guy, it is on me. I assume that responsibility gladly. Thanks for your, um, support? Related maybe: I’m not even sure what to make of this but I hope it’s a good thing…
Right-o. The snowquester bust is one of the funniest things in the world to me. My Pops asked how the weather was, if I was crunching through a foot of snow, and I said, “Yeah, no. It’s raining. And not even that hard.” Pops just laughed and laughed because, having lived in DC for a time when he was in the Army — where he met Mom in fact — he said they used to joke that the Russians (this was Cold War era people) missed an opportunity every time there was a warning of snow because DC literally shut down over the mere threat of a few inches. It’s all just an excuse to take a day off work. But I guess that’s violating the first rule of fight club to mention that…Anyway, I opened up the door this morning to check the weather (because I kick it old school and let my actual senses tell me if I need a sweater) and the neighborhood cats were pretty much dancing to showtunes only they can hear. So I think Spring is on the way. Hooray! We have our pre-season softball tournament coming up in less than a month and that’s generally when the tide turns…The summer wind, came blowing in, from across the sea…And to celebrate, I bought a new suit:
So, Chavez has left the building. Seriously, good. You know there’s something stinky going on when Sean Penn and Oliver Stone and Jimmy Effing Carter (what the hell…) are lamenting the world’s latest loss of a Marxist-socialist dictator who was chummy with everyone who absolutely HATED America, and in the meantime, all the Venezuelan ex-pats in Florida are dancing in the street. “Those guys (Penn, Stone et al) are socialists because they can afford to be,” said Pops. “And I think we have to make a concession for Dennis Rodman. He’s an idiot. But Penn made his millions by convincing Americans to go see his ratty-ass performances. And then he signs up with, and cries over, a guy who hates us. There’s no excuse for that.” Truth. Here’s something from back in the day on the guy they’re going to miss.
Pretty sure I know some oatmeal haters who will read this and, of a sudden!, discover they like rolled oats after all. Because that’s how keeping up with the Joneses works. In any event, couldn’t agree more.
Jennifer Aniston won. Seriously, Justin Theroux blows Brad Pitt clean out of the water.
Now for some awesome tunes. The first is just a good. The second is new to me and is growing in my heart but the video is fabulous. And the band’s name is love-worthy.