I’m still grinning ear to ear.
My voice is hoarse from all last night’s howling at the moon with 1000+ of my suddenly dearest friends (MA Democrats do know how to party….). All day I’ve failed to recover (old man!) from the resulting 3:30 a.m. bedtime, followed by that all-to-familiar 6:45 alarm that begins the process of getting Blessed Increase off to school.
But by damn, I’m still smiling huge.
What’s more, sometime last night — after the fourth scotch I think, or maybe the first bourbon I had to follow those wee drams — it came to me: years of GOP obstruction had one limpidly clear consequence.
A while back, the Senate had a choice: entertain the nomination of a grandmotherly law professor to serve as the first head of a novel Consumer Finance Protection Bureau — or to send Elizabeth Warren packing as part of a larger campaign to prevent that new body ever taking action.
We all know what happened: the Senate’s Republicans told President Obama they would never confirm Warren (or anyone) for the job. The recess appointment that followed provoked controversy enough, and whether by her choice or Obama’s, the administration decided not to toss gasoline on the flames by placing Warren at the head of the agency she had (with others) built.
Instead, she was told to pack up her marbles and go home, with the GOP celebrating her return to the safely (they thought) isolated groves of academe. As it happens, Warren made her way back to the Massachusetts just as our accidental senator, Scott Brown, was showing all the signs of being a lock to extend the wild ride he’d begun by defeating the single worst political candidate for whom it’s been my misfortune to volunteer.*
I Love The Smell Of Schadenfreude In The Morning (Massachusetts Edition)Post + Comments (63)