Tro’ Da Bums Out!
America, stop fucking around.
Look, if you’re not going to own your vote in the presidential election, which you don’t seem to want to do, you’re going to have to attack the cycle of aristocratic carreerism that perpetuates the corrupt cronyism of American One-Two Party Politics™ at the Legislative level. The logic of term limits is undeniable. Allowing Federal legislators to pursue careers makes them into politicians instead of statesmen. It turns a civic duty into a mealticket. It provides a throne for dynastic ambition, and makes those who sit upon it more concerned with maintaining the position than actually doing their job, thus they use the power of the position to insure thier continued tenure. This paradoxically engenders both partisan polemics and centrist infidelity, as the career politicians seek to curry the favor of current idealogue pundits while maintaining a status-quo of overall inaction.
All of this would change if the prize of re-election was removed. Mandating limits of 1 term for Senators and 3 for Representatives would allow 6 years for the office holder to concentrate on doing the job they were elected to do while removing the means to perpetuate careerism.
It’s Common Sense.
Look at your “representatives”. They have betrayed all the popular interests that put them there, both Democrat and Republican. The war drags on, with no end in sight. The borders remain open, the immigration reform promised to the GOP is bogged down in endless committee. Carl Rove remains free to dance the Cabbage Patch at whim. Marriage is still open to interpretive legislation by individual states, and social security remains on the “to-do” list with the rest of the buerocratic bungles and unsorted piles of red tape that pass for government agencies. This “to-do” list will continue to grow, since it provides an endless source of talking points and strawman pillaries while justifying continued funding of commitees, study groups and programs purporting to be “solutions”.
New lamps for old, full of the same snake-oil that stunk up the place with obscuring clouds of black smoke to begin with.
Throw the bums out.