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http://blog.pdamerica.org/?p=960
Meet Jimmy "Jumpstart" Mcgovern.
This exchange with a PDA wallaby
gets us to where Jimmy's at:
PDA: You had one bill last Congress and you are going to have a new one this
Congress.
The one that everybody's heard about, 4232, what did that bill do?
McGovern: Well, what that bill basically did is what the bill I'm going to
introduce this year will do.
What didn't work last time
will work this time,
'cause
now it's different! The people have spoken!
So... errrm... why the same old same old?
Ah, patience, folks, these war endgames are complex --
kinda like
cuttting the wires on a time bomb --
do it wrong and....
Of course,
there's the required brush with Nambo history --
in this case,
it's a nod toward another Mcgovern's dovey congressional wing-flapping,
the famed Mcgovern-Hatfield amendment
(two guys hung from the verbal lampposts
at least ten million and one times since by drive-time talk-radio hosts).
Here's the lesson of the day, as told by this new
Mcgovern:
The McGovern-Hatfield Amendment...received 39 votes.
Didn't receive a majority. Received 39 votes. Thirty-nine US Senators went on record as saying,
'I want this war to end and I want to cut off funding.'
That sent a powerful signal to the White House
and other leaders in Congress
that basically support for this war is eroding rapidly.
They needed to come up with a plan to get out.
Send a signal? A
signal?
Make that a smoke signal, ladies and gents,
not a flare that might start a fire on a roof or something.
Just send up a series of puffs,
really firm puffs of dark gray smoke.
Let 'em float up and disperse into the blue sky.
That'll get the bad boys' knees knocking.
Imagine the Cheney gang responding to... "signals",
and peppering the oposition with:
"You sniveling weaselly backstabbers,
you skunky betrayers of our brave trooper girls and boys,
you'd have this nation
abandon its own best hopes,
our brightest, bravest children,
leave them to hold out as best they can,
till rescued
like so many Beau Gestes."
We all could go on and on and on over this blood hole,
like pigeons inflating and re-inflating our chests,
while what needs doing, what somehow we must do,
is take dire action.
We need
a second front to this war, another place
to be in "harm's way,"
here at home, right up there on Capitol Hill.
We gotta find the raw means
to put them all up there in harm's way: tell 'em,
"Get us out, motherfuckers,
or we'll get you out, and not give a shit who replaces
you."