I am sick. No, I mean literally this time. Physically. I get bronchitis fairly regularly, but this is beyond what I usually get. Everything hurts. My eyeballs, my joints, my muscles, my tendons, my eyelids, my elbows, my knees, my scalp, my throat, and my chest. That is just the short list. So, for today’s love song, I am posting Nazareth’s Love Hurts because it just feels right.
Ok. What do I love today? Um, water. Yes. Water to drink, that is, not to bathe in. The latter hurts my skin. Add that to the list of things hurting. But to drink? It’s manna. No, not Minna, but manna. I also love how throaty and sexy my voice is. Too damn bad all I want to do is curl up in a ball and whimper. I love my friends making me laugh and showing me concern on the Facebook. That is all I love today. Oh, and my kittehs. I always love mah kittehs.
Ok. I’ve been catching up with the trifecta of lefty reporting: The Daily Show (with Jon Stewart, of course), Countdown with Keith Olbermann, and The Rachel Maddow Show. Recently, Congress committee something of finance or something like that called the CEOs of banks onto the carpet and scolded them for giving out bonuses. How did the big (white) boys take it? Contritely. Chastenedly. Yes, I know it’s not a word. I don’t care.
“We know we did wrong. We know the peons, er, populace is angry with us. We know that we have been bad, bad, bad. Forgive us; we have learned our lessons, and, oh, by the way, can we have more, please?”
That pretty much sums up the general crap spewed by said CEOs. Oh, and:
“Yes, we raised credit cards rates after receiving TARP money.” That was a biggie, too.
People are outraged! People are up in arms! People are–oh hell. I can’t even pretend to be upset by all the crookery (yes, another made-up word. Deal with it) being perpetuated by the CEOs of banks. In a word, duh! Why would they stop? There was no one to stop them. Even now, a very namby-pamby salary cap deal in the stimulus bill seems to be DOA.
The problem is that many members of Congress are beholden to the same banks they are now chastising. The incestuous relationship between our congress and members of the corporate world (i.e., Wall Street) is so entrenched, I don’t know where one begins and the other ends. How can I trust Congress to do the right thing, let alone CEOs of failing banks?
Let me ruminate on our esteemed congress for a bit. How can I put this nicely? Many of them are stupid. I don’t mean that as a perjorative (although, of course, it is), but as a statement of fact. When I listen to some of them talk, I am struck by the fact that they cannot put together a coherent sentence to save their lives. They can only mouth the talking points on their sheets of paper, and if they are asked any questions, they end up looking flustered and dumb.
In addition, several of them are emotionally stunted as well. They don’t have the capacity to think of others or to see how their actions affect other people. Come to think of it, that could describe the CEOs as well. Back to Congress. These are people we’ve elected, which means they purportedly work for us. This means that they should represent us. They should be the best and the brightest, not to mention shrewd problem-solvers who can think on several levels.
Unfortunately, all too often, the person who wins is either more charming, a better talker, has more money, or is a product of his (yes, I use his deliberately) environment. It’s no coincidence that most of the Republicans left are really, really, really conservative and mostly religious. They only dominate five states! The rest are blue or pink or purple or lilac or whatever ridiculous color we can assign to a state. Not coincidentally, these Republican hold-out states are southern-leaning.
Back to my point. Many of Congress are simply not smart enough to get us out of the mess we are in. They are too concerned with getting re-elected, and not concerned enough with how millions of Americans are suffering. They cannot view the crisis we are in outside their narrow lens. In return, there is nothing I can do to fix that. To that end, I have vowed to cut down on my politics consumption. It only frustrates me, and there is little I can do. I skipped most of the grandstanding in the Senate over the stimulus bill, and it’s going to pass pretty much as President Obama wanted it. Why give myself the heartache when things are conscripted to end a certain way?
So. I am going to limit my blog reading to www.washingtonmonthly.com, www.eschatonblog.com, and www.themudflats.net on a daily basis. I will visit the others from time to time, but not every day. I mean, I love politics, but I have to draw the line somewhere, for my own society. In this case, Meatloaf sings it perfectly in his song, I Would Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do That). I leave you with his video.