As followers of this blog know, I’ve been writing a lot about poetry lately. (Even really morbid poetry is a lot easier to stomach than current politics.) But it’s pretty hard to pass up commenting on the congressional Republicans’ recent squelching of all debate on President Obama’s Jobs Act.
It’s ridiculous. The nixing of even debate suggests that congressional Republicans are out for the political jugular without regard to the fact that it IS, in fact, attached to the body politic.
Is governing all about election? The old tack was to characterize Obama as a rammer of legislation down the country’s throat; now they are ascribing their own implacable obstructionism to Obama’s lack of leadership. (Amazingly, the characterization of Obama veers between Attila the Hun and Professor Milquetoast). (I admit that Obama could be a more active leader, but their conduct makes it seem that it would hardly make a difference.)
So here is what I, a lowly non-pol who really doesn’t feel like sitting in Zucotti Park, thought I might do: write! To as many congressmen and senators as I can bear, even those outside my district. I know that it’s unlikely to do any good. When John Boehner sees, for example, that I am not from Ohio, he will probably not take my email very seriously. Still, writing it makes ME feel better.
P.S. I’m going for polite measured little notes. I realize it might help if I included a picture of Pearl, above–at least that might get passed around the Congressional office. But so far, I’ve kept Pearl above the fray, except as proofreader.

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