Roundhouse Compass

  A compass is useless in a directional crisis if you don't happen to have it with you.  But there's no excuse to be willfully ignorant when you've got one.  I suppose it's a little like a man I know who has a GPS in his car but won't listen to a woman's voice telling him where to go.  She's always saying, recalculating, recalculating. I think he enjoys trying to confuse her.

The debate and outcome of the driver's license bill on the House Floor felt historic  -  not in a good way.  I felt like a House groupie with a hangover when it was over - the rapid-fire phrases: mister-speaker-gentleman-from-donaana, and motion-to-go-out-of-the-order-of- business-committee-reports ringing in my ears. 

Somebody said a legislative session is like baseball: hours of boredom broken when all hell breaks loose.  Just before Representative Miguel Garcia made his eloquent remarks to House members Friday came an angry attempt to cut off debate on the part of a Republican.  I was listening, not watching, but could hear veins popping in his face as he yelled and sputtered at the Speaker who ignored him and gave the GentlemanfromBernalillo the floor instead. 

Representative Miguel P. Garcia is the staid self-identified and officially designated Sponge Bob Square Pants of the New Mexico Legislature.  He framed moving statements with quotes from the hate mail he has received for his position on the bill.  Combined with the members' evident exhaustion, it was surreal and worth more than the nine hours of remarks that had come before. 

Several Democrats got lost anyway.  The Roundhouse can do that.  Powerful forces swirl and spin in that circular building.  Anyone can become confused - lose their sense of direction.  But there is a clear moral compass in the House of Representatives.  They're either not listening or they're using a broken GPS with Governor Susana's voice saying, turn right, turn right.

 

Comments

[Inky Ink, Inc.]

Very amusing/horrifying, but PLEASE-do not denigrate the good name our of our beautiful and spiritually uplifting national pastime by equating it with the nefarious goings on in the House of No Directions. I believe the more apt metaphor is war: endless stretches of drudgery, fatigue and boredom punctuated by moments of sheer terror. It's springtime-the boys of summer are out on the field once again and hope is born anew. Play ball!

[Minnesota DWI Lawyer]

"Somebody said a legislative session is like baseball: hours of boredom broken when all hell breaks loose. Just before Representative Miguel Garcia made his eloquent remarks to House members Friday came an angry attempt to cut off debate on the part of a Republican."

Ok, and how is that like Baseball?

[Coco]

OK it was like baseball (or Baseball, for you religious fanatics) because it was not exciting and then exciting.

But I now realize the error of my ways, Minnesota. It's only our state legislature. Any comparison to the Church of Baseball distresses the priests. Mea Culpa.