The sprouting of a rudimentary backbone and political testicles is what the 40 million watching saw that night. For Republicans, it’s about time...No wonder the Left and its myrmidons are calling them names.
Word fanatics Merriam and Webster tell us “comity” is “friendly social atmosphere: social harmony”. That definition turned into a punch line at the recent constitutionally mandated “State of the Union Address”. Emily Post, Letitia Baldridge, and Miss Manners whose treatises on mannerly behavior were respected but unspoken rules on such occasions were shredded by Marjorie Taylor Greene, Andy Ogles, Beth Van Duyne and others of the new GOP-WWF who brought their best imitations of the British House of Commons to the political soiree. And not without good reason. After two years of Democrat-inspired and delivered taradiddle codswallop and buncombe, comity became fatuity. At select times, phantom visions of the Animal House ‘Food Fight” was floating across the TV screen. “Liar!”, "Your fault!”, “Name one, name one!” were clearly heard above the strum und drang on the Republican side.
The next day, all the usual suspects
were tut-tutting, tsk-tsking and shame-shaming Republicans en masse, wagging their
manicured fingers for this outrageous, disrespectful, Neanderthal behavior.
Meanwhile, many objective pundits were posting comments ranging from reasoned
understanding to their own standing O’s for the wimpy, raised-pinky Republicans
who finally struck back.
Fewer and fewer are surprised any
longer that the Party of Feelings political dementia predictably kicks in when forcefully
confronted with the insulting, divisive comments and outright lies coming from
He Who Would Unite the County mere days before his nationally broadcast snarkiness.
The deliberate misrepresentation of the Republican position on Social Security
and Medicare was the straw that broke the elephant’s back; hooting and
Displaying its customary keen sense
for the obvious, New
York Magazine’s inappropriately named ‘Intelligencer’ opined:
“It seems pretty clear that the traditions are changing. After
all, until a century ago, presidents wouldn’t appear in person to give their
State of the Union address…It’s unclear how the State of the Union will evolve
in the future, but the formality of the recent past is gone. If this latest
version speaks to what’s ahead, the State of the Union has become more of an
interactive experience. Members of Congress can shout at the president. The
president can respond. The somber, made-for-C-Span ritual, when the president’s
party would stand and applaud and the opposing party would sit quietly with
grim faces, seems as obsolete as a Betamax.”
And good for us – as in U.S. The thin veil of comity was quaint, even preferred, a few generations ago when savoir-faire was understood, even properly pronounced, until succeeding generations tugged on that veil sufficiently for all to see the hypocrisy and double standards smirking behind it. From Woodstock forward, the incremental corroding of ‘don’t trust anyone over 30” to “get rid of all the whites” had an equally debilitating effect on tolerance, patience, and understanding – the comity among “my good friends across the aisle.” Today, it’s obvious that was all rubbish at best and lying dog-face pony soldier at worst.
Politics has always been a
full-contact sport with power and control over your others the ultimate prize.
What’s better than having enviable compensation with benefits like fully
paid healthcare, reserved parking, deep discounts on haircuts and gasoline,
the occasional commandeered plane ride, and a lifetime pension – all at taxpayer
expense? Only one thing: the power to run everyone else’s lives. Because no one
is above the law - but elected officials can ignore it with impunity.
Certainly, with that assortment of
bennies at stake, righteous indignation toward those who lie to take it from
you is understandable. Even encouraged.
The sprouting of a rudimentary backbone
and political testicles is what the 40 million watching saw that night. For
Republicans, it’s about time.
No wonder the Left and its myrmidons
are calling them names.
That’s what scared people do first.