Neanderpundit

Is feeling poorly. Follow the sidebar link “in the middle of the right” and give him some loving. And keep Schmoo in your prayers today-especially you atheists, G_d is especially attentive to you. go!

“You want your readers to vote” and I just about go postal on him. I don’t want my readers to do a fucking thing, that I know of. i have asked a lot of questions. I have gotten some thoughtful answers to them, and some vitriol. That don’t confront me, as George Thorogood said, I’m pretty thick skinned.

Turns out what P is talking about is this post talking about a Mark Levin show where Levin talks about the game and the stakes.

The Levin show is good, as is P’s commentary. it is another answer to the question I have asked: How does not voting fix anything/make it better?

let me talk a minute about “Fixing”.

If your car starts making some squeaking noises under the hood, you can usually fairly easily find the problem. Today I helped my optometrist deal with this precise situation; we discovered the alternator on his pickup was failing as well as the water pump. We swapped out alternator, water pump and belts, all in about three hours. I was quite impressed.

Anyway, the parts have a lifetime warranty. And the truck is no spring chicken. Odds are that Dr W will trade in the truck before having to fix those things again.

Our FedGov is not like the alternator in a truck. It doesn’t consist of parts that can be replaced to make it all better again.

No, it’s a lot more like a lawn, or maybe even a garden. There’s a reason why Jerzy Kosinski chose a Gardener to be the ostensible profession of his character Chance in the book Being There. The analogies to gardening are stunning in their accuracy. The FedGov is like a garden in that it has useful and productive plants, old and non productive plants (I’m looking at you Dick Lugar) who are nonetheless still using nutrients, outright weeds, stony soil, fertile soil, parasites, plant eating critters, slugs, drought, damp, etc.

I once moved into a house in the middle of the summer. It had a garden that someone had planted, and it was full of good things, onions beans, tomatoes, peppers. It was also full of weeds.

Something in the back of my head said, fuckit, just till it under. But I ate a couple of the tomatoes and stayed my hand.

I spent just a few minutes a day, less than five, really, just pulling a weed here or there, hoeing the beans, tying up the tomatoes. By summers end it was a nice, sweet little garden, the produce helped us through some hard times.

Sometimes things are so fucked up it doesn’t look like there are any good fixes, sometimes there are no easy answers. Sometimes it’s just a lot of backbreaking toil and weeding to get things right again. Many hands make light work, though, and that’s why we each have a vote. The sooner we get to work, the sooner we get the parasites out, the sooner we lose the weeds and parasitic non producing plants, and the sooner we get to eat nice ripe tomatoes.