I continue to reel from the vision of this year’s State of
the Union address. What lingers in my
mind is how sorry I felt for the Democrat Congressional contingent what was so
prominently on display to the world as being stood upon by the jack boots of it’s
leadership. Normally the most culturally
expressive of members on such occasions, they wore uniforms of black;
conformism to a dogma of political correctness that similarly afflicts their
camera ready cousins in the entertainment industry. You could see the palpable tension between
wanting to stand and applaud when President Trump’s speech mentioned things
valuable to their constituencies, and, just as palpable, the inability stand
and express dissent when their hearts so clearly wanted them to say so. One could feel the heat ray intensity of
their leaders imposing discipline in the
ranks burning the coating of the camera lens.
The world could see one half of America Congress teetering on the edge
of control. We gave our enemies occasion
to laugh at the spectacle of it, almost waiting for a coup to explode or fail
utterly delayed only by the transit time of the satellite link. Alas, the outsider, the non-politician at the
center of the night’s triangulation, won the lottery and stole the show. Fade to black. Disable the transponder. Carry on.
Between the lines, Congress has become an awful hostile work
environment. We see some of our most
experienced public servants announcing retirements, seeking to leave at a time
when the county is at a junction of cultural, technological and economic
change; a time when we need our best and brightest installed in the offices of
the Capitol. But who can blame
them? Congressional leaderships has all
but taken individual discretion out of serving their country. Parties, left and right, gerrymander recruitment
and seek out willing drones that will carry out the will of the inner circle,
the sanity of that inner sanctum be damned; this is about the pursuit of power,
blindfolded power. Members of Congress
are now expected to be pawns of their party’s agendas. One cannot expect a truly free man or woman
to be content under such an onerous dome.
And so they leave. And so the
American people will be served by drones.
The establishment consolidates. “E
Pluribus Unum”, out of many, one, takes
on a far darker meaning for the American Experiment.
It takes outsiders, people not afraid to stand and applaud
America when she deserves it, regardless of which mouth the message came out
of, to change this. What I was from the
State of the Union was a message between the line, it time to “Free our
representatives to represent us.” Party
leadership methods are now mismatched to the needs of the Nation. They are top down, as George Soros likes to
say, “mafia like”. He’s not that far off
his description but even if he is hopeless blind to the fact that the mafioso’s
are not in the White House, but in the upper echelons of Congress. Step back for a moment and see what Thomas
Jefferson would remind us is a basic “frailty of man”; after a while, all
institutions seek only to survive and perpetuate their status quo, especially
when has become hopelessly mismatched to the times.
The State of our Union calls us to demand a revolution
within our own Congress. That
revolution, at it’s core, is the manifestation of Donald Trump’s clarion call,
“Drain the Swamp”. It means that the
people who need to retire from Congress are not the disheartened rank and file
but the stodgy leaders who have descended into a form of Stalinism in the hallways
of our Capitol. We need to replace that
leadership with people who can work together again; people who cherish that
being constructive means to serve the People.
And quite honestly, the only way to force that change in Congress is for
the rank and file to tell the leadership to go pound sand when they try to
impose non-constructive order. Members
of Congress, servants to the People, affiliation be damned, would be wise to
take a lesson from Benjamin Franklin and watch the lunar cycle and meet among
themselves in a new “Lunatic Society” to build the bridges their leaders can no
longer fathom.
Come November 2018, the People too must stand up to this
challenge. The People need to take an
interest in making sure that the supply of handpicked drones sent to Congress
atrophies. We need to vet every
candidate for election and re-election asking, Are you human or rodent? Are you going to Congress to work for us or
for the establishment? Are you qualified
for this? We the People, have a right to
know.
Interestingly enough, we have the tools to do exactly this
kind of national vetting this spring and summer. We have the power of social media, a tool
that has already produced so many grass roots revolutions much to the chagrin
of other swamps around this planet.
There’s no reason that world should not remember 2018 as the year of the
“American Spring”, when our Revolution was reborn anew, “E Pluribus Unum”, as
it was always meant to be.
Think about it. If we
fail to act, we have only ourselves to blame.
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