On Politics 6/19/09: Back To Reality, Unfortunately

So, here I am, basking in the afterglow of our trip to Washington, D.C., historically satiated with the return to our nation's most precious monuments and documents. I can still close my eyes and picture the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and the Bill of Rights behind bulletproof glass in the chilled, darkened room, with the line of people patiently waiting to examine the trio of documents that founded our country and formed our citizenship. I can see them in my mind's eye, taking pictures, huddling over the individual cases, eagerly and excitingly pointing out to family or children some point or another on the documents, perhaps where the signature of their home state representative is affixed (Button Gwinnett, anyone? What a name that is....). Thus fortified with that fundamental good feeling, I arrive home, eager to press on in my blog and describe a modern-day parallel to those patriots who came before us.

Living in New York, the closest thing we'll get to the heroes of 1776 will be watching the movie version of the musical.

When I last took up the ranting and raving engendered by the NY Senate coup of two weeks ago, we had Dumb (Espada) and Dumber (Monserrate) trying to leave their criminal charges and previous political affiliations behind by jumping from the donkey to the elephant. The clumsy way this was transacted is akin to watching a man jump onto a bicycle, miss the seat, and land on the bar connecting seat to handlebars. Not pretty, very painful to experience, and difficult to witness, causing all members of the male gender to reflexively grimace and cross their legs. I had hoped, well beyond reason, that I would return to NY to find out that this had all be somehow rectified, that common sense would have prevailed, that the concerns of the electorate, the people, the ones who matter, would have regained precedence for our bumbling buffoons.

Not exactly.

I returned to find out that the issue had moved to the courts, where a judge first took it up, then decided he could not decide (another fallout from electing judges in this state), Dumber (Monserrate) declaring he was returning to the donkey team, then Dumb (Espada) stating that he could vote twice in his new role (Senate president, the bribe he received from the elephant team to move over...and no capital "P" for president for this clown), and so on and so forth.

Somehow, I cannot foresee the day there will be a monument erected to commemorate any of this.