Only One Thing is Constant In American Politics

Our Failed Political Press ™

As we’ve noted before, one data point does not a trend make. But don’t tell that to our Failed Political Press ™.

Der Tiger Beat auf dem Potomac (thanks Charlie with an assist from MPS’ patron saint Watertiger) banners:

POLITICO Playbook: For Dems, it’s ’2009 all over again’

…and promptly fails to note that later in 2009 Obamacare was signed into law and  in 2012 Obama easily won re-election and Democrats picked up even more seats in the House and Senate. We should be so lucky. Again.

Delivering on the goods makes a difference. Getting the Build Back Better plan signed into law might have a similar result.

I’m not saying that things are just ducky, there’s still a lot of work to do. But I’m also not saying that we’re doomed Doomed DOOMED and we should give up our little experiment in democracy, which seems to be the message that the Villagers want us to hear.

The 2022 Pie Fight is more than a year away, and a lot can happen; the Trump-Virus could be obliterated, the Senate Filibuster could be destroyed, the BBB and the John Lewis Voting Act could be signed into law. Hell, Jeebus could descend from Hebbin and shower the Democrats with gold, and our political press would headline that Democrats Accept Donations from Foreigners.

Nothing is constant in our politics except that our Failed Political Press ™ wants America to fail.

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2 Responses to Only One Thing is Constant In American Politics

  1. our political press would headline that Democrats Accept Donations from Foreigners.

    But according to the FEC, that’d be just peachy.

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  2. pagan in repose says:

    To any and all, Mr. Wordsworth:

    The World is Too Much with Us

    The world is too much with us; late and soon,
    Getting and spending we lay waste our powers;
    Little we see in Nature that is ours;
    We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
    This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
    The winds that will be howling at all hours,
    And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
    For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
    It moves us not. –Great God! I’d rather be
    A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
    So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
    Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
    Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
    Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
    –William Wordsworth


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