Hey, who wants to drink some pain?
Sens. Reid and Kerry made it official today – the mostly dead climate bill is now extinct. It has passed on! It is is no more! It has ceased to be! It’s expired and gone to meet ‘is maker! ‘E’s a stiff! Bereft of life, ‘e rests in peace! If you hadn’t nailed ‘im to the perch ‘e’d be pushing up the daisies! ‘Is metabolic processes are now ‘istory! ‘E’s off the twig! ‘E’s kicked the bucket, ‘e’s shuffled off ‘is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin’ choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-CLIMATE BILL!!
Yeah, I know: that sounds like something that I would write – only, the author of it is trying to laugh because otherwise he’d be weeping with despair. Tasty, marvelous, soul-destroying despair; the kind that’s smoky and textured in its flavor, with a lingering aftertaste that warms and supports without overwhelming the dish… where was I?Right: the pain that is the betrayal of Mother Gaia – or, to those of us who live in Reality Non-Unicorn, the somewhat unsurprising news that liberal Democratic politicians are finding it impossibly difficult to get their less radically fundamentalist colleagues to sign off on wrecking the American economy with a cap-and-trade bill. It’s all the Republicans’ fault, of course – and isn’t it sad that these people can’t turn a 58-41 majority in the Senate into a legislative powerhouse*? – which is nonsensical, but politically useful, so we’ll probably go along with that.
But back to the pain-drinking. Most of the article is nonsensical – or, more accurately, whiny – but this might prove diverting:
The chances of anything beyond a utility-only greenhouse gas control regime in the next two years is vanishingly small — and even that would require Obama to utterly reverse his indifference or, seeing as how it appears to be a character trait, a tragic flaw in the Shakespearean sense, it would require Obama to utterly reverse his (globally) cool detachment.
I know, I know: the man’s having a religious crisis, and that’s kind of painful. On the other hand, if he had his way I’d probably be in jail or sued to a fare-the-well for not taking his apocalyptic vision seriously, so I find that my sympathy is muted.
Besides, the pain is very tasty.
M0e Lane
*And if you’re the sort to claim that it’s not enough of a margin, I say this: in that case, why don’t you give my party that kind of power, and we’ll see what we can do with it?
I’m reminded of another Monty Python line: “I’m not dead, yet!” This bill could rise again in the lame-duck session, when Democrats with nothing left to lose try to ram through all those lousy bills they couldn’t pass in the regular session.