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Democracy is a Hostage

Our friends, the Republicans in Congress, are standing on principle.
Their principle is to do anything that will destroy Barack Obama.
Toward that end, they are acting as follows:

They have voted against ending sexual discrimination in the military.

They are against allowing the tax rate on the richest people in the country
to go back to what it was before a temporary cut was made under George Bush.

They are opposed to extending unemployment payments without
cutting something of equal value from the budget elsewhere.
However, they are eager to end the tax cuts to the rich, which will
cost the government billions of dollars, without finding the funds
elsewhere.  They argue that making rich people richer creates jobs.
The fact is that it does not, except marginally, while payments
to the unemployed go directly back into the economy, creating and
saving jobs.

They want to cut Social Security, medical care, and social programs,
because they are expensive, but they are eager to make the rich richer.
The poor, you know, we have with us always, anyway, and what we
need to do is to insure that we have the filthy rich with us always, too.

By not engaging Republican recalcitrance and obstructiveness
earlier, Barack Obama has been out-maneuvered, and backed
into a corner, where he is trading tax relief for the rich in order
to get a temporary extension of unemployment benefits.  Democrats
are finally getting angry at him.  They should.  They should, just as
fervently, be angry at themselves for diddling, and playing easy-to-get.

The U. S. Senate is a shameful gathering of idiots, who have
created such a mess of rules and regulations that a majority
cannot act on anything, because they need to get 60% to end
a filibuster by the Do-Absolutely-Nothing Republicans, who
vote against even the things they have said they favor.

I am so thoroughly disgusted with the state of the Senate
that find it hard to understand why the public tolerates it.
The Republicans have taken Democracy hostage, and they have
only one goal in mind:  to benefit the rich, whatever the cost
to everyone else, and to destroy Barack Obama, who is
helping them do it.  He is getting along by going along.

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