Hand Grenades and Bags of Dicks. What's On Your Menu?

 Let me get on my soapbox here and more or less defend Lisa Murkowski. It'll probably be less, but I'm gonna try- like a congressperson would.

Murkowski, like many congresspersons, is a human being. This means she has fallibility just like all of us. This means, she's going to fuck up from time to time. Tell me that you haven't fucked up from time to time in life. I'm writing this and I'm not going to try to pretend to tell you that I've never fucked up in life. I took an oath to defend this blog against all enemies, foreign and domestic, and alert non-readers know that I have not always upheld that oath. Sorry about that, but ya know, I'm Ferrerman, damn it.

The first duty of a congressperson is to represent their constituents. If you noticed, she tried to do that. She knew this bill sucked a bag of balls, so she tried to get her state (Alaska) exempt from parts of it. At first glance, that would seem to be "doing her job". But upon other glances, it would show she was going to vote for the bill ONLY if she got the treats she asked for. The senate parliamentarian did not allow this. OK, she tried. 

Now at this point, a good person- knowing that the bill was a bag of dicks they did not want to eat, would not vote for the bill. Lisa Murkowski is not a good person. She voted for the bill- even though she was against it- and the rest is history. Maybe herstory? Evidently, like a lot of gutless, soulless people in and out of congress, she fears Trump. Insert eyeroll here. At this point in Trump 2.0, what could he do to her? He could make fun of her name and threaten to primary her. Big fucking deal, an old man on the precipice of dementia, who wears baseball caps in the motherfucking White House, threatens your job and maybe calls you, "Lease A Murcowlick" and you fear this asshole? How about growing a pair of balls or ovaries and standing up for yourself AND the people you represent? How fucking hard can this be? Everybody is going to die- that's a republican fact- so, why not go down in a blaze of glory? 

Not every soldier or Marine is going to jump on a live grenade to save their platoon, but some will. Servicemen take the exact oath that congresspersons- and presidents- do, but we don't ask any of these people to make that sacrifice. It's a call they make on their own, at the spur of the moment. 

Murkowski wasn't facing a live grenade. She had time to think about what to do. She didn't do the right thing. Didn't do the right thing for we the people, or even for herself. No guts, no glory. She just ate the bag of dicks.