In dreams begin responsibilities.
Occasionally I need to remind one of my colleagues that we live, not in a democracy, but in a representative republic. I’m amazed the number of people who don’t get this: “And to the republic for which it stands”?
Anyway. A pure democracy is a clusterfuck; a committe. Nobody hateth a committe more than yours truly.
The point of a representative republic is to allow a group of duly elected officials, elected because their mores reflect the mores of the public who elected them, who make decisions and thrash out those decisions amongst themselves- but they have to bow to the will of their masters.
There has been a reversal of fortunes, even if only for a moment. Those whose power grew until they thought themselves masters, ruling elite, have rediscovered, again,. perhaps only for a minute, who the real masters are. Do we, as a nation, have the will to repeat this performance? to force our representatives to truly represent us? Monday I would have said no way. Friday, I think, maybe. Just maybe. And the horrid bussing issue shot down by the supremes? This has been a good week for conservatives, and it could be the shape of things to come.
All I can do is bask in the moment. Tomorrow? we’ll do what we can then too.
“A committee is a life form with six or more legs and no brain.”
(The Notebooks of Lazarus Long)
Excellent points. It’s my opinion that the conservative base has finally awoken. The grassroots movement is in full-swing, and I believe it’s sustainable. When it comes to the issue of a bunch of illegal wetbacks running amuck and sucking the tax dollars off of us, then yea, it’s sustainable.
And how typical something as ridiculous as the (reverse) discrimination suit comes from my area and into the Supreme Court. ARGH!