FILIBUSTER: I’M REALLY SUSPICIOUS OF JOHN WARNER
J. Grant Swank, Jr.
I’m suspicious as all get out about that Virginia Senator John Warner. There’s something fishy going on there with that guy.
Well, let’s get to the blunt part of it. I think Warner is missing his center stage young adult and handsome maturing years in Congress. That’s the nub of it, like it or lump it.
You see, as a person gets older and is no longer making headlines like in the past, that person whose ego is used to being in the spotlight can go nuts a slight bit or even crazy big time. Now Warner is not loony enough to go crazy big time. That would never be his style. But going nuts a slight bit would fit right in with the Virginia smoothie.
Therefore, when it comes to Warner holding the Republican Party hostage over this yakathon tradition, and particularly with the so-called rationale he presses on the press, I just think the fellow has begged again for top billing.
After all, if you were once married to Elizabeth Taylor and now not even a young adult remembers that you were once married to Elizabeth Taylor, it just may be the fifteen minutes time frame for saying that you defend filibustering because you don’t want to give up a time-honored American Congressional tradition.
What? For freaking sake, what does that high-sounding trash verbiage mean anyway? Not a darn thing. That’s what it means.
It means that there is no lovely tradition in Americana attached to the dumb filibuster day care center exercise used by lunatics when they want to stomp and yammer in the halls of history. There is no logic at all that defends the "tradition" of filibustering any more than there is any compassionate defense for defending the high honored "tradition" of the death penalty.
Yet Warmer says these days that he’s loyal to history. He’s bound by sentiment grandeur. He’s just an old-fashioned patriot who has to stand alongside moral measures like standing on one’s feet, running one’s gums into the night, putting up cots for napping on mid-mornings and still making no sense like an alcoholic hangover come the next breakfast time — all to block some other Congressperson’s bill.
Now if that is not one of the most stupid and embarrassing "traditions" that the United States has catalogued away in its esteemed annals I don’t know what is.
Yet Warner says that he’s going to buck the President of the United States as well as Republican sensible colleagues by defending the right to yak away ad infinitum in Congress, a pastime called "filibustering." The rest of us call it losing one’s sanity for typical political opportunism at the lowest level.
I don’t think Warner cares a twit about tradition nor honor or nostalgia nor anything else but getting his name repeated over and over again this week in order to shine. He’s missed the attention. He’s begging for applause.
But the guy doesn’t realize that with honorable and intelligent persons of this wonderland called "America," we count Warner having lost his brains. And his honor. And his place in history. And his seat in the Senate.
For come next time around to cast votes for the Senator from Virginia, pray to God that there are those reasonable and moral enough to cast their ballots for anybody but John Warner. Enough is enough.
Get rid of Warner. He’s not worth his worn good looks, his suave and debonair manners, nor his lusty look hanging on after all these years. He’s just not worth it, not even being written up in just about every news release related to filibustering this week.
Not. Warner. Not worth it. Go John go—back home, boy.
I’m suspicious as all get out about that Virginia Senator John Warner. There’s something fishy going on there with that guy.
Well, let’s get to the blunt part of it. I think Warner is missing his center stage young adult and handsome maturing years in Congress. That’s the nub of it, like it or lump it.
You see, as a person gets older and is no longer making headlines like in the past, that person whose ego is used to being in the spotlight can go nuts a slight bit or even crazy big time. Now Warner is not loony enough to go crazy big time. That would never be his style. But going nuts a slight bit would fit right in with the Virginia smoothie.
Therefore, when it comes to Warner holding the Republican Party hostage over this yakathon tradition, and particularly with the so-called rationale he presses on the press, I just think the fellow has begged again for top billing.
After all, if you were once married to Elizabeth Taylor and now not even a young adult remembers that you were once married to Elizabeth Taylor, it just may be the fifteen minutes time frame for saying that you defend filibustering because you don’t want to give up a time-honored American Congressional tradition.
What? For freaking sake, what does that high-sounding trash verbiage mean anyway? Not a darn thing. That’s what it means.
It means that there is no lovely tradition in Americana attached to the dumb filibuster day care center exercise used by lunatics when they want to stomp and yammer in the halls of history. There is no logic at all that defends the "tradition" of filibustering any more than there is any compassionate defense for defending the high honored "tradition" of the death penalty.
Yet Warmer says these days that he’s loyal to history. He’s bound by sentiment grandeur. He’s just an old-fashioned patriot who has to stand alongside moral measures like standing on one’s feet, running one’s gums into the night, putting up cots for napping on mid-mornings and still making no sense like an alcoholic hangover come the next breakfast time — all to block some other Congressperson’s bill.
Now if that is not one of the most stupid and embarrassing "traditions" that the United States has catalogued away in its esteemed annals I don’t know what is.
Yet Warner says that he’s going to buck the President of the United States as well as Republican sensible colleagues by defending the right to yak away ad infinitum in Congress, a pastime called "filibustering." The rest of us call it losing one’s sanity for typical political opportunism at the lowest level.
I don’t think Warner cares a twit about tradition nor honor or nostalgia nor anything else but getting his name repeated over and over again this week in order to shine. He’s missed the attention. He’s begging for applause.
But the guy doesn’t realize that with honorable and intelligent persons of this wonderland called "America," we count Warner having lost his brains. And his honor. And his place in history. And his seat in the Senate.
For come next time around to cast votes for the Senator from Virginia, pray to God that there are those reasonable and moral enough to cast their ballots for anybody but John Warner. Enough is enough.
Get rid of Warner. He’s not worth his worn good looks, his suave and debonair manners, nor his lusty look hanging on after all these years. He’s just not worth it, not even being written up in just about every news release related to filibustering this week.
Not. Warner. Not worth it. Go John go—back home, boy.
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