I went dark years ago. Going dark means a couple of different things. Some denote a lack of presence; others denote a sense of depression.
Mary Landrieu showed the true value of her Chairmanship of the Senate Committee on Energy & Natural Resources: none. She couldn’t push, pull, shove, drag, prod, cajole, entice, coax, persuade, wheedle, sweet-talk, inveigle or compel her colleagues to pass legislation allowing for the XL Pipeline project.
Years ago I addressed a popular politician conducting a Town Hall Meeting in my community. I took my son to introduce him to the type of small-town political action was famous in my New England village. We met at the Town Hall and regularly questioned, addressed and let our positions be known concerning the conduct of government. It was quaint and the subject of a Norman Rockwell painting. That image is powerful in its silent statement it’s the right of the people to have their voices heard, understood and respected by their representatives.
On February 2, 1985, the Daytona 500 Auto Race had just started when, on the beginning of the third lap, the $250,000 machine, driven by professional driver Donny Allison, rolled to a stop on the infield side of the track. When it was checked, it was found that no one had filled it with gas.
“This bill (The Affordable Care Act) was written in a tortured way to make sure CBO did not score the mandate as taxes. If CBO scored the mandate as taxes, the bill dies.