Everyone was
talking last week about Rand Paul’s 13-hour filibuster. I
praised Sen. Paul for challenging a president we don’t trust on his drone
policy.
In a Washington Post Op-Ed Paul wrote, “The
Senate has the power to restrain the executive branch—and my filibuster was the
beginning of the fight to restore a healthy balance of powers. The president
still needs to definitively say that the United States will not kill American
noncombatants. The Constitution’s Fifth Amendment applies to all Americans;
there are no exceptions.”
This president has relentlessly whittled
away at the will and spirit of Americans.
As Sen. Paul spoke in the well of the Senate he was unaware that an explosion of support was building.
Thank you to my colleagues in the House & Senate, and to all the Americans who stood w/ me tonight in support of preserving civil liberties.
— Senator Rand Paul (@SenRandPaul) March 7, 2013
I was reminded of the St. Crispin’s Day
speech from Act IV, Scene III of William
Shakespeare’s Henry V.
The English army, led by the young King Henry V, is hopelessly
outnumbered by the French forces at Agincourt.
The battle comes near the end of the Hundred Years War. They do not expect to survive the day.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Just a few
blocks away from the White House, at the pricey Jefferson Hotel, Republicans Lindsey Graham, Tom Coburn, John McCain, Kelly Ayotte, Pat Toomey,
Bob Corker, Ron Johnson, Saxby Chambliss, John Hoeven, Dan Coats, Richard Burr
and Mike Johanns joined our perfumed potentate to
sup on high-dollar grub like Kalamansi Caviar, Lobster Thermidor, Maryland
Blue Crab Risotto, Golden Beet Soup with Quail Egg and Filet of Prime Beef with
Truffled Potato Mousseline.
McCain, who
now loves power and the copious rewards which power confers upon him, once
loved liberty. McCain has been a
colossal disappointment for many years and now he’s beclowned
himself for criticizing Senator Paul’s filibuster.
Well, Senator McCain my friend, Paul’s
filibuster got him the answer he was seeking from a stubborn regime that could
have answered his question months ago.
Obama and
Holder’s ultimate admission that he lacks such authority vindicates the notion
that one senator can, in fact, make a difference.
The increased use of executive powers by
this president is a threat to liberty.
Congress can halt this imperial presidency by exercising its
constitutional powers. Paul said his
filibuster was the beginning of the fight to restore a healthy balance of
powers.
John McCain is
a pompous, tired, old warhorse. I thank
him for his service, but urge him to stand down. He is part and parcel of what is wrong with a
very broken Washington. The increasingly
irrelevant Lindsey Graham and young,
rising Republican Kelly Ayotte are being led around by their noses by
McCain.
You don’t have
to agree with Rand Paul’s wariness of American military interventionism to
recognize the shift in politics his filibuster has heralded. It doesn’t take a stretch of the imagination
is see that Americans ache for a restoration of checks and balances on this
regime.
For the
record, I am not a Paultard, but I applaud the way he set Washington on its ear.
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