Too Many Bees
“Sure, understanding today’s complex world of the future is a little like having bees live in your head,” says the Honorable Chester Cadaver. “But, there they are.”
Oh dear, now look what you’ve made us do, we’re opening with Firesign Theatre.
And yet that’s been our state of mind the past three weeks, the three weeks of the shutdown. We’ve been waiting to get our bearings, see where this is going, see what difference it makes when one wing of the Capitol isn’t run by traitors.
We still don’t have a fix. It’s all bees.
Which, truth be told, is an improvement over the past couple years.
Our deepest fear going into the election was that nothing would change coming out of it, that the structural faults of the Electoral College and the Senate would continue to be matched by the precision gerrymandering of the House, that the tyranny we had been living under — Rule by the Few — would continue not only unabated, but emboldened.
We honestly didn’t know whether America would make it to 2020. We didn’t fear martial law like some of our excitable acquaintances, we just feared more of the same, a government free of the consent of the governed — tyranny as defined in the Declaration — willfully acting against the interests of its citizens, actively undermining and suppressing that most important of civil rights, the right to vote for your rulers.
We’re not done with all that, of course. We just don’t know to what degree it will be mitigated during the next two years. Too many bees.
We do have a growing sense, now that the shutdown is The Longest Shutdown, that this will be the defining moment, that everything follows from who caves first, and how. America is being held hostage, the pain is getting real and will become much worse, but you don’t negotiate with tyrannical terrorists. You fold on this, they’ll just pull that move again, because they’ll know it works.
Actually, they’ll probably pull that move again either way, because they’re sociopaths. They don’t care who they harm. They just enjoy the power of it.
That was the true genius of the National Emergency, which may yet happen, maybe if Judge Jeanine scolds Donald tonight. It wasn’t a precursor to Redstate Dawn, martial law coast-to-coast, a soldier on every corner. There aren’t enough soldiers to pull that off, and we don’t see, say, Gavin Newsom handing over the California National Guard to the Feds so they can occupy Los Angeles, San Francisco and San Diego.
No, it’s the financial mechanics of an arbitrary emergency, the ability to transfer appropriated funds from one purpose to another — and the ability to choose who gets stiffed in the process.
California and Puerto Rico, that’s who gets stiffed. Good luck recovering from your hurricanes and fires, assholes! Should have thought about that before you supported my opponent!
That was the genius of it — two for one! — only it wouldn’t be, or won’t be, that clean, not that it matters. Sociopaths don’t care who they harm, and the sociopaths who voted for them will discover what comes of devaluing humanity. You’re either the one who actually holds the power, or you’re not.
And right now, that could still play out. Or the senators letting the shutdown continue could get cold feet because real shit’s starting to go down among their primary voters. Or the Democrats could cave, because at some point it’s just not worth the harm it’s causing now, damn the consequences later.
Right now, at this moment, anything could happen. All we know for certain is that the bees in our head are deafening. “And like the young lady said,” says the Honorable Chester Cadaver, “’I say live it, or live with it!’”