May 24, 2007
by John Sebastian
Members of Congress are in a position not far removed from where the Colonialists found themselves when petitioning the tyrannous King George III and his Court.
It is akin to Lucy holding, or not, the football for Charlie Brown, and Lucy never had it so good.
The Party with the power of the majority has found it a difficult passage trying to follow the will of the People expressed in the election just passed. A noble goal; but only a goal if not consummated.
The majority Party finds itself in a black hole that has turned in on itself and they have emerged on the opposite side of somewhere where up is down, in is out, hot is cold, right is wrong, and, the truth is a lie.
As with all paths, there are bumps and dead wood that must be negotiated lest one be delayed in the pursuit of his goal.
It appears the Executive branch of the present government is satisfied employing itself as would the bumps or pieces of dead wood as Congress attempts to bring reason, purpose, and sanity to the conduct of the business of the People of the United States. An ignoble act if ever there was one; but capably handled by those serving the purpose.
It is not a lack of imagination that confounds the dead wood; it is a complete void; little more could be expected; the behavior is inborn.
The youth of the sapling from which the dead wood grew was spent living, thriving, and expanding at the expense of the resources in the sapling's untethered world. It gathered its resources freely, and came to believe it was the center of somewhere.
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The sapling grew to healthy maturity unconcerned how its girth and stretch pushed aside all in its expansive want and unquenchable thirst for seemingly inexhaustible resources. All was well in the sapling's protected world. A life without trials yields an unpolished soul.
As with most living forms, the tree lived beyond its useful purpose. Life is not life without an end. The tree died, fell, decayed, and was left in pieces strewn on the road next to where it had thrived.
After the tree fell, the landscape changed. Where there was shadow, there was light. Where other forms had not thrived, they now did. Where rain never reached, new growth emerged. Life was not good, it was better. Nature will have its way.
There will be those who portray the coalescence of the other forms as the fulfillment of a promise by the dead wood to unite rather than divide. Had the other forms understood the method, the cost may have been considered too dear. Still, those bemoaning the passing of the tree will not be silent. Agendas come in all shades, and one must shout when speaking from a black hole.
My dad said things over and over as most dads' do. One was, "If the shoe fits, wear it."
Its time to get out the shovels, and move the dead wood out of the way.
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John Sebastian [send him email] is a freelance writer and Constitutionalist.
