The Passing Parade: Cheap Shots from a Drive By Mind

"...difficile est saturam non scribere. Nam quis iniquae tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus, ut teneat se..." " is hard not to write Satire. For who is so tolerant of the unjust City, so steeled, that he can restrain himself... Juvenal, The Satires (1.30-32)

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

STUPAK IS KAPUTS: And so last night I was flipping through the channels, as I am wont to do, and for once I actually stopped at MSNBC’s Rachel Maddow Show, making me one of twelve people watching the show last night. I don’t do this very often; now that I think on it, I almost never watch MSNBC, but I only have basic cable and the music choice channels weren’t playing anyone I like. And so there was Rachel castigating Bart Stupak left, right, and center…well, mostly left, actually—it is MSNBC, after all—with all the usual contempt we expect from Rachel and her ilk. The thrust of her jeremiad was that Mr. Stupak held out for so long in order to get more face time on television, that he was a lout and a knave and a lousy no-goodnik to boot. And I had to chuckle.

Poor Bart. What did he get for his sellout? He didn’t even get the lousy tee shirt, which at least has some practical utility. He doesn’t even get some mild respect from the swamp creatures on the Left, who spew their vitriol on him now that they don’t need him anymore. All he got was a legally non-binding piece of paper with a promise the President has no intention of keeping written on it. Mary Landrieu held out for $300 million; Bart will be lucky to get $10 for that executive order on eBay. In Robert Bolt's A Man for All Seasons, Thomas More castigates an old friend who took the Oath of Loyalty to the Church of England in return for a minor political office:

“Why Richard, it profits a man nothing to give his soul for the whole world... but for Wales?

And then Bart had to get up and defend the Democratic Party’s stand on the abortion issue. I watched him do that, too, and it was fascinating. You don’t see people morally soil themselves on television every day, unless you’re a big fan of Jerry Springer. Once upon a time, people who sold out their most deeply cherished beliefs had the good manners to slink off into the shadows, there to enjoy whatever squalid reward they sold out for, and to live thereafter in a perpetually renewing pool of regret and self-abasement. That sort of thing doesn’t happen anymore, I hear, which is just another example of the decline of manners in today’s society. Poor Bart—any teenaged girl could have told him that they wouldn’t respect him in the morning.

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