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KILL BILL

Today might be a good day for me to come out of the political closet.  This is a serious post so if you’re not interested in politics, read no further--but please come back!  

What lures me out of the closet is the premature death of H.R.1 - For the People Act of 2019, which passed 234 to 193 in the House yesterday.  McConnell has already said he won’t bring it up in the Senate.  And even if it were to somehow magically appear on the Resolute Desk, it will be vetoed.  So, it’s effectively DOA. 

What’s so scary about H.R.1 that a stake had to be driven through its neonatal heart?  Here’s a quick summary of what the bill does, prepared by Axios on March 4, 2019.

Campaign Finance:  Creates a small donor, matching-fund system for congressional and presidential candidates; expands the prohibition of foreign political donations; requires super PACs and "dark money" political groups to make their donors public; and restructures the Federal Election Commission.

Ethics:  Mandates that presidents and vice presidents release 10 years of their tax returns; creates an ethics code for the Supreme Court; and bars members of Congress from serving on corporate boards.

Voting Rights:  Allows citizens to register to vote online and be registered automatically; requires paper ballots in federal elections; makes Election Day a federal holiday; prohibits voter roll purging; and ends partisan gerrymandering by having independent commissions redraw congressional districts. 

In other words, H.R.1 addresses the corruption and disappearance of representative democracy in the United States, one of two rotting pillars supporting the system.  The other rotting pillar, extreme wealth inequality, is addressed in the House Resolution for a Green New Deal.  Both the Bill and the Resolution are radical, in that they would wrest disproportionate power and wealth from those who hold it.  Those who refuse to let go have already killed the Bill in its crib.  I imagine the Resolution faces a similar demise, should it ever be born.  But maybe the murder of the Little Blessing is actually a blessing in disguise, because it serves as an abrupt reality check.

The reality is that the corruption of the body politic has become so systemic that it is now structural and cannot be fixed with gradualism, noble as the Bill and the Resolution are.  They or legislation like them can only result from the fix; they will not provoke the fix.  The fix, if one comes, is more likely to be revolutionary than evolutionary.  Any shift to a stable and fair socio-economic-political system would likely have to involve some kind of violence.  That violence might take the form of a climate disaster, an external or civil war, nation-wide rioting against a presidential abuse of power abetted by a Supreme Court seen as illegitimate, or mass civil disobedience--something that brings people to their knees in such a dramatic way that their senses follow. 
I could be wrong, but I don’t think so, because one thing is certain.  The ruling class isn’t going to give up its privilege without a fight.  They’ll deflect and delay; deny and discount; deceive, discredit, and divide; they’ll destroy if they can’t get the deal they want.  They like things just the way they are.  The most they'll accept is insignificant, incremental change.  Because they know, just as Prince Don Fabrizio Salina, Il Gattopardo, knew, "If we want things to stay as they are, things will have to change."  So, beware of Trojan horses, because when corruption becomes structural, it can’t be rooted out in one or two election cycles, or by changing the players, or by tinkering around the edges.  The game itself has to change.  

Keep it real!
Marilyn

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