House of Eratosthenes

I popped in to Sacramento the year Dianne Feinstein became a California Senator. In the other places I had lived, one way or t’other, here and there, my senators and congressmen at least paid some lip service to the idea that they were representing me, so I naively expected the same from her. When that didn’t work, I started writing letters. Fourteen years into that misguided effort, all I have is a small selection of boilerplates from the Feinstein web server, instructing me on the Senator’s wishes as to what my opinions are supposed to be — like I’m the one representing her.

Ah, well now I see it has nothing to do with letters, it has to do with blowing things up.

“Three years and three months into the war, with all of the losses, the insurgency, the burgeoning civil war that’s taking place — what was it, seven bombings in Baghdad yesterday? — an open-ended time commitment is no longer sustainable,” Feinstein said on CNN’s “Late Edition with Wolf Blitzer.”

“I don’t think it’s sustainable from the military point of view in terms of troop commitments. I don’t think it’s sustainable in terms of what Americans think about the war,” Feinstein said.

“A timetable, some goals, some discussion with the Congress by the administration. The president might not have wanted to have done that early on, but three years and three months and a bogging down, I think, suggests that the time has come for some discussion as to where we go from here.”

There ya have it, you can get your ass kicked completely to hell and gone, have your head Al-Qaeda-in-Iraq guy blown to kingdom come, and yet a Senator from the country that is administering your ass-kicking can start whining as if you’re the guy who’s winning. What do you have to do that? Looks like Feinstein isn’t that happy about thirty-nine months, so I’m to presume that’s not it…no mention about the soldiers taken hostage, none that I see…seven explosions will do the job. Yeah, your head guy is blown up, you’re on the run, and you can turn the enemy on himself with seven holes in the ground. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom and oopsie…you won!

That’s great, Dianne. Really great. Al Qaeda is blowing things up, and really, is there anyone with a brain, coast to coast, who doubts this is a sign of weakness rather than strength? It seems like a settled matter. And yet here you are…we’ve got our boot in their neck, making ’em eat dirt, and you’re asking them for surrender terms. They’re probably just kicking themselves for having spent the resources over 39 months that they’ve been spending. Hey what’s the matter with you guys? Everything over seven bombs was a huge waste of money! All you ever had to do from the get-go was blow up seven things! Seven loud noises, and you got your own senator. Much better than I’ve been able to do in fourteen years.

I’m ashamed the rest of the world has discovered my dirty secret. We don’t have two senators in my state, we have two spokeswomen for the Democratic party. It’s gotten so bad that a problem can come up, Republicans can have a solution to the problem, Democrats don’t…and my wonderful senators have nothing to say, except about how I shouldn’t be paying attention to the problem.

Partisan politics decides everything, at least it does here. If the whole continent was overrun by a microbial epidemic that began magically gobbling up toilet seats, and a Republican president started fighting the microbe so we could still have toilet seats, my two senators would be completely quiet on the whole issue. All they’d have to say about it is how much more wonderful and enlightened it is to take a shit in your front yard next to the dog, and wipe your ass with a pine cone.

Hat tip to Boortz for that one.

Incidentally, this year’s Republican nominee who is to be ground into the dust beneath the Feinstein campaign juggernaut, is Dick Mountjoy. I’ve been following this guy somewhat closely. He has some wonderful ideas, and he gave a meaningful boost to the Proposition 187 initiative denying social services to illegal aliens who aren’t supposed to be here. He has a unique talent for taking the right thing to do, and giving it a voice during an interview so that you can tell it’s the right thing to do. No “compromise for the sake of getting something done,” no “cutting our losses,” none of that. Of course, he’ll lose. But every vote he gets this year, is a vote that Republicans shouldn’t write the state off, and look at spending some serious resources out here.

He is a very decent candidate. A big fish. Much better than California Republicans, as a whole, deserve given their tepid participation in senate elections.

I am far, far from the only Californian who is disgusted by Feinstein’s remarks. In November, help me prove it. Remember Dick Mountjoy’s name, and explain that you’re seriously ready for a new butt in Feinstein’s seat. If you don’t, we’ll just keep tumbling onward with two San Francisco liberals in the senate, and one milquetoast after another nominated by the Republicans to run against them.

“The object of war is not to die for your country, but to make the other bastard die for his.” — Gen. George S. Patton, Jr.

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