I know I am going to come off sounding as if I am a curmudgeonly old school traditionalis…
Well. Hang on a minute here.
That’s what I am.
While we can all have a good howl at Spartacus and his Day of Senatorial Emotive Performance Art – the only thing missing was the literal toga – it was much ado about nothing. Booker isn’t much of anything, and his barking at the moon affected nothing. There was no bill, no resolution to be stymied or heroically bolloxed. It was just a lonely man swaying, bug-eyed, at a podium in a cavernous, dark, empty chamber that echoed much like the voices in his cranium do.
However, what has been happening in the House has been a Theater of the Absurd. What makes it even more appalling is that it’s been led by one of the MAGA media darlings who looks great on camera while spewing all the tough talking points until it comes to her own…
