SAVE DEMOCRACY

Submitted by ub on Mon, 11/22/2021 - 09:55

Are the Democrats really being distracted by the constant feigning attacks of the Republican Party in the United States of America?

Does the GOP have a fixation on character and morality for a celebration of belligerence, violence, and toxic masculinity? Time favors the aggressor. There's no time to recover if you're bleeding on the ground with broken bones. The Democrats appear to be playing "little league" while Republicans are playing in the "Major League." The referral of Bannon to DOJ (a feign) will allow Bannon the time to write his own Mein. Kampf. Although hardly used, Congressional leaders can send the Sergeant At Arms to arrest and detain anyone who refuses to comply with a subpoena. 

They can keep anyone incarcerated that way until he's broken. There's idealism and pragmatism. Mine is a Hobbesian point of view. Politics is a struggle for power. Republicans do everything in their own best interest and Democrats for the greater good of all. When the Republicans win again, Godzillas will eat all the Bambis. I'm not optimistic about the potential of cooperation by people so deluded by hate. 

A Republica-led mob tried to overturn a democratic election with violence. They hunted down elected officials targeted for death. They brutalized the police and defiled the Citadel of this Republic saying that Trump sent them. Nearly a year later, there are many questions unanswered. And all ring leaders have yet to be held accountable. Not one. Nor have we added a single safeguard for our fragile democracy. Take some time to think about that in terms of equal justice under the law.

Democrats in the US House of Representatives with nearly every vote in the caucus have passed the Build Back Better Act—the biggest, most progressive piece of legislation in a lifetime for working families. 

This historic milestone was made possible by the 81 million voters who cast their ballots to usher Democrats into the White House and both majorities in Congress. Now, less than one year into the Biden administration, there's an economic package with investments in jobs, child and, health care, and climate action, with what Americans need to thrive.

The Tale of the Scorpion and the Frog. One day, a scorpion looked around at the mountain where he lived and decided that he wanted a change. So he set out on a journey through the forests and hills. He climbed over rocks and under vines and kept going until he reached a river.

The river was wide and swift, and the scorpion stopped to reconsider the situation. He couldn't see any way across. So he ran upriver and then checked downriver, all the while thinking that he might have to turn back.

Suddenly, he saw a frog sitting in the rushes by the bank of the stream on the other side of the river. He decided to ask the frog for help getting across the stream.

"Hellooo Mr. Frog!" called the scorpion across the water, "Would you be so kind as to give me a ride on your back across the river?"

"Well now, Mr. Scorpion! How do I know that if I try to help you, you won't try to kill me?" asked the frog hesitantly.

"Because," the scorpion replied, "If I try to kill you, then I would die too, for you see I cannot swim!"

Now, this seemed to make sense to the frog. But he asked. "What about when I get close to the bank? You could still try to kill me and get back to the shore!"

"This is true," agreed the scorpion, "But then I wouldn't be able to get to the other side of the river!"

"Alright then...how do I know you won't just wait till we get to the other side and THEN kill me?" said the frog.

"Ahh...," crooned the scorpion, "Because you see, once you've taken me to the other side of this river, I will be so grateful for your help, that it would hardly be fair to reward you with death, now would it?!"

So the frog agreed to take the scorpion across the river. He swam over to the bank and settled himself near the mud to pick up his passenger. The scorpion crawled onto the frog's back, his sharp claws prickling into the frog's soft hide, and the frog slid into the river. The muddy water swirled around them, but the frog stayed near the surface so the scorpion would not drown. He kicked strongly through the first half of the stream, his flippers paddling wildly against the current.

Halfway across the river, the frog suddenly felt a sharp sting in his back and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the scorpion remove his stinger from the frog's back. A deadening numbness began to creep into his limbs.

"You fool!" croaked the frog, "Now we shall both die! Why on earth did you do that?"

The scorpion shrugged and did a little jig on the drownings frog's back.

"I could not help myself. It is my nature."

Then they both sank into the muddy waters of the swiftly flowing river.