Day: November 15, 2006

Number Two Man

The Washington Post has an editorial about Murtha’s bid to be the majority leader, and Pelosi’s aid in the matter. In it, Ruth Marcus succinctly explains why this is such a dumb move:

If she gets her way and helps Murtha win a come-from-behind victory against Maryland’s Steny Hoyer in tomorrow’s leadership election, she’s buying herself — and the Democratic caucus — endless news stories about Murtha’s ethics. If, as he says, Hoyer has the votes, Pelosi has made herself look weak within the caucus — not a smart move for any new leader, and certainly not for the first woman in the job. Perhaps the late timing and measured phrasing of Pelosi’s endorsement were meant to ensure that it would have little impact. If so, Pelosi failed to recognize that once she weighed in, the vote for majority leader would inevitably be seen as a gauge of her clout. (Source)

Really, not the best start for the new Speaker. “The Democrats intend to lead the most honest, most open and most ethical Congress in history,” cooed Pelosi, and it seems to have lasted an entire week…

It brings to mind a famous closing line:

The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.

I had such hope for the new Congress, but Pelosi is making me think it’s just business as usual…

Who’s Watching?

Though Asheville drivers are experts at testing it, my temper usually remains on a fairly even keel. I’ve become more aware of it lately, though, as L’s birthday approaches.

The thought that a child is going to be watching every move I make just as I watched every move my father made is enough to soothe tempers when idiots individuals don’t know how to make a left turn at a traffic light, a common occurrence in this small city.

I can picture the individual I want to be, the father I want to be, and mold myself to it, stripping away the one or two bad habits I might have (really — no more than that), in order to produce an ideal of fatherhood. In all seriousness, there’s nothing like the thought of having your own child strapped into a car seat in the back to keep check temper in check.