John Boehner’s Cry for Help
There are brief, fleeting moments in which I feel something akin to sadness regarding John Boehner, the orange-hued political castrato currently engaged as The Maitre d’ In Bedlam. It is not his fault that he is so terrible at the job of wrangling the insane. Not everyone has that peciuliar gift. He was handed the gavel in 2010 as leader of the worst Congress elected in the history of the Republic. In return, he placed his balls snugly in a Mason jar that is buried somewhere on the grounds of the Heritage Foundation, and then a substantial portion of his Congress threw a hooley and burned the map that showed where the jar was.
Then, I think to myself, hell, fk, no. You asked for this.
In meetings with Democratic and Republican Congressional leaders on Thursday after a session with Treasury Secretary Jacob J. Lew on Wednesday, Mr. Boehner sought a resumption of negotiations that could keep the government running and yield a deficit-reduction deal that would persuade recalcitrant conservatives to raise the government’s borrowing limit. Much of the federal government will shut down as of Oct. 1 unless Congress approves new spending bills to replace expiring ones, and by mid-October, the Treasury Department will lose the borrowing authority to finance the government and pay its debts. “It’s time for the president’s party to show the courage to work with us to solve this problem,” said Mr. Boehner, who argued that budget deals have been part of past agreements to raise the debt limit.
The Democratic party has been derelict in so many areas over the last 30 years that listing them all would take us well past the four o’clock NFL games on Sunday. But one of the primary areas has been the Democratic party’s curious reluctance to make the Republican party pay the fearsome price it ought to pay for having become, root and branch, utterly demented. Since this country has decided, through decisions large and small, to have only two major political parties, when one of them sails gleefully around the bend, it is the solemn and vitally important obligation of the opposition to beat the crazy out of that party until it comes back to the pack. There has to be some serious political price to be paid for allowing people like Jim Infofe and Steve King to become persons of actual influence. There has to be some serious political price to be paid for the OCD regarding the Affordable Care Act. There has to be some serious political price to be paid for one party’s refusal to help govern the country simply because said party is walking around with a rubber nose, floppy shoes, and a bird on its head. The Democratic party has been negligent in the extreme in its duty in these regards.
This is something of a chance. John Boehner, the Speaker of the House, has come to Democratic politicians to ask for their help because enough members of his caucus are insane enough to send the national economy hurtling over a cliff rather than admit that the Affordable Care Act is the law of the land. (Passed by Congress, Signed by the President. Upheld by the Supreme Court. That’s the Civics Class Slam, children.) Witness the twist in this cluck’s Underoos:
“Obamacare is the most dangerous piece of legislation ever passed in Congress,” said Representative John Fleming, Republican of Louisiana. “It is the most existential threat to our economy” that the country has seen “since the Great Depression, so I think a little bit of additional deficit is nothing,” he added.
This kind of raving lunacy was the driving force behind the 2010 midterms through which John Boehner got his job. Appeasing this kind of raising lunacy is the means through which John Boehner keeps his job. He knows it. They know it. The Democrats know it. So here’s what the latter should do.