If this is House Speaker Nancy Pelosi’s idea of “draining the swamp,” it’s a good thing she wasn’t put in charge of cleaning up after Hurricane Katrina. New Orleans residents would still be getting around in rowboats and floating home the spoils of the occasional “beer run.”
So far, in the past two weeks alone, if anything Pelosi has added more of her own brand of odoriferous, partisan bilge to the already putrid mix. After all, consider what we’ve learned:
First, Pelosi defended now-former House Ways and Means Chairman Charlie Rangel, who conveniently forgot to pay taxes on rental properties and to disclose more than $500,000 in assets on financial disclosure forms. Only after being lambasted by usually friendly reporters did she switch her mobile phone ringtone from Tammy Wynette’s “Stand By Your Man” to Ray Charles’s “Hit the Road, Jack.”
Then, it came out that Pelosi knew about the complaints of sexual harassment and other improper behavior at the [tickling] hands of New York Congressman Eric Massa. She knew for a long while now that he was living with unmarried male staffers — staffers that he liked to tickle, and whose hair he liked to tousle. Far be it, though, for Pelosi to decry party leadership for sitting on such knowledge, right?
And then, finally, one day before she and her Democratic Party cronies tried to change the rules in order to avoid voting on the Senate version of the health care bill in the House, Pelosi imparted her brilliance on all of us, when she explained that “we have to pass the bill so that you can find out what is in it, away from the fog of the controversy.”
Huh? Thus babbled the House Mad Hatter, a.k.a. Speaker Pelosi, in a speech she delivered to the Legislative Conference for the National Association of Counties this week in Washington. It is the virtual inverse of the Jedi Knight admonition: “These are not the ‘droids you’re looking for” and Pelosi is the Imperial storm trooper.
And, speaking of Mad Hatters, check out today’s political cartoon by Mike Ramirez, unquestionably one of the most talented and insightful visual satirists applying pen to paper these days. Unbelievably on target. Mad Hatter Pelosi now gives breathtaking new meaning to the term “Orwellian Doublespeak.” Depp should be concerned. She’s Oscar-worthy. Now, let us further parse Pelosi’s words.
First, “…we have to pass the bill….”
No, you don’t. Where is it writ that any piece of proposed legislation must be passed, no matter what the consequences and, more importantly, without first reading it to know what it does? Answer: only in the Democrats’ and Mad Hatter Pelosi’s Wonderland.
Second, “… so that you can find out what is in it, away from the fog of the controversy….”
Say what? You’re not allowed to see what’s in the proposed legislation until after it has been approved and passed? What ever happened to review and reflection? What ever happened to her promise in November of 2006 that she would run “the most honest, the most open and the most ethical Congress in history?” What ever happened to “partnership, not partisanship” and “transparency?” What ever happened to the admonition that one should never buy (or vote for) a “pig in a poke?”
Throughout the civilized world, the danger of “accepting an idea or plan without a full understanding of its basis” is common knowledge. Which, of course, explains why Mad Hatter Pelosi rambles on as she does, presumably because either (1) she believes that the House is no longer part of the civilized world, or (2) she believes that pigs–even ones smeared with lipstick and concealed in a poke–are to be preferred over no pigs at all. In addition, it is possible that (3) she fears that if the “fog of the controversy”–sometimes known as “constructive obstructionism” and “representative democracy”–gets burned off by the light of examination and rational thought, the truth about the lunacy of Obamacare will ooze out, and that the King of Hearts at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue will get irritated and off will go her head.
And today, things got worse for the Mad Hatter and her coterie of political dilettantes following the ruling on that aforementioned shifty rule change by the Senate Parliamentarian, holding that the president must sign Congress’ original health care reform bill (i.e., the pig) before the Senate can act on a companion reconciliation package. Talk about being hoisted on one’s own pitard.
To reiterate the bumper sticker closing line from a number of prior pieces, and normally directed to the folks who voted these idiots into power: “How’s that hope and change thing workin’ out for ya?” Here’s a hint: Not well.