Courtesy our friend TheArchimedeanTalkingPoint
As I sat on the beach last week, I couldn’t help but reflect on the state of our politics.
We are, once again, approaching election season; a series of rituals are impending which in calmer times demand relatively little of us in the way of time or energy. On this occasion however, we can ill-afford to be cavalier. No one needs to be reminded that we are in a period of profound national turmoil. We are still reeling from the near collapse of the global financial system; the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq continue to fester unresolved; and we are struggling to contain an oil spill of such magnitude that it threatens the ecological health and economic stability of the entire Gulf Coast.
Sitting in the sand, it should come as no surprise that the latter crisis stood front-and-center in my mind. As I absorbed my surroundings, the endearingly anachronistic shops, the people bronzing in the sun, a street performer practicing his craft, it became clear to me just how vital our beaches are, not only to our livelihoods, but to the way we identify ourselves. Juvenile caricatures about the state of our beaches aside, our shores are a source of natural beauty, economic dynamism, and cultural significance; they are places where many of us live, many of us work, and many of us escape to.
Mr. Garrett is showing a willingness to sacrifice the interests of his constituents upon the stained altar of big-oil, and that is unacceptable. Read the rest of this entry »