If Only it was a Movie

Guy T. Sturino
One of the few movies I?ve seen in recent years was The Horse Whisperer. I really enjoyed it. But, it was enjoyable only after having turned away from much of the first fifteen minutes. The visual description of events leading up to the horrific accident, which was the foundation for the movie, was agonizing. The audience watched the truck and horseback rider as they moved closer and closer to the ultimate and unstoppable disaster. Finally it happened ? the gut wrenching impact in excruciating slow-motion detail.

When I left the theater, I told myself that I never wanted to see anything like that again. Yet every day I record the Senate on C-Span. Every day I am transfixed by the events which have already reached the point of disaster-in-slow-motion. And, this time I?m not watching an accident. What I see is the contrived destruction of the Senate as a deliberative body. Day by day and bit by bit Senator Frist, in his position as majority leader, denies and disregards the rights of other duly elected Senators to participate in the legislative process. Yesterday was no exception.

When Senator Feingold was denied the opportunity to propose an amendment to the Patriot Act, the horse?s head hit the grill of the truck. Senator Frist spent several minutes lamenting what he called obstructionism on the part of the minority. With tedious disingenuous sincerity, he disgorged a litany of phony crimes committed by the minority. At the same time Senator Frist was presenting meaningless amendments of his own simply to ?fill the tree,? which seems to be some rule about how many amendments can be scheduled to be heard. But that was not the worst of it.

Several Senators spoke about how Senator Feingold?s amendments should be heard, repeatedly citing that the purpose of the Senate is be a participative deliberative body. The key word being participative. As I have watched the proceedings of the past year I have heard many speeches. However, discussion and debate on the floor of the Senate have become nearly nonexistent. By abusing his authority as majority leader, to manipulate who gets to offer amendments, and by insisting on cloture motions before any meaningful debate can take place, he has halted the legislative process. In its place, Senator Frist has instituted a President's Rubber Stamp Entourage of political zealots.


Yesterday, the minority was complicit in the implementation of Senator Frist?s new PRSE. When Senator Frist made a motion for cloture on the Patriot Act, which should truly be renamed the Un-American Activities Legalization Act, the PRSE approved the motion 97-3, and meaningful debate was terminated. Several provisions of the Act clearly undermine provisions of Constitutional Amendments 1, 4, which have already been declared unconstitutional in Circuit courts. So much for the Bill of Rights.

Regardless of the failings of the Act, cloture should have been denied by the minority solely on the basis of ensuring the legitimacy of the legislative process.

By disregarding this opportunity to put the brakes on the abuse of power by Senator Frist, the truck hit the rider, and the rider is badly injured. Our duly elected Senators are in a state of shock. Walking and talking but unaware of their surroundings, they need to wake up - soon. Who will whisper to them?
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Guy T. Sturino

My Name is Guy Sturino and I came to be in November of 1940 in Kenosha, Wisconsin. By the time I reached six years old my dad was back home and we had defeated both Germany and Japan.

The country was riding high. Sure, times were tough. Both my parents worked fairly regularly, but still we moved often and we spent a few of those early years in government project housing. TV came to our house when I was eleven.

When I was twelve I became an alter boy at Holy Rosary Catholic Church. Like all alter boys, I even thought someday I'd become a Priest. By the time I finished high school that illusion was gone and with it my fondness for the Catholic church. But, that's another story all by itself.

In high school Civics class we learned that we were the greatest. We learned that Democracy meant capitalism and Communism was the same as socialism. We were taught that Democracy was good and that socialism was bad. At the same time Joe McCarthy was telling us that Communists were hiding under our beds and if the bomb didn't get us those Commies sure would.

I took all that with me when I joined the Marines in '59 when my education really got started. In Thailand I learned about Buddhism, and how people who had very little and worked from dawn to dusk every day were the happiest and most sharing as a group that I had met up until that time. In Japan I saw and lived in a culture built around working together to achieve great things as opposed to the do-it-yourself rugged individualism expected in the American culture. Along the way I got to visit the Philippines and South Korea.

When I came home in '63 I drove a bread truck for a while and then hand poured aluminum in a foundry until the GI bill was signed in '65. I got a degree in Applied Science and Technology and went to work for American Motors. After a few years as a chassis engineer I moved over to quality control and eventually traveled Europe assessing quality systems in supplier manufacturing facilities. By the time I had interacted with workers in England, Ireland, France, Germany, Switzerland, Spain and Italy, as well as China, South Korea and Japan, I had a totally new perspective on what was a fair return for a days work.

I worked for a couple of other companies before vacationing in Virginia Beach with my daughter and deciding that the tickets in my pocket for Riyadh and New Deli were simply too much after just returning from Beijing. I found a pizza shop for sale and bought it. Unfortunately I wasn't very successful as a restaurateur, and took a job as a substitute teacher for a year.

Undaunted, I applied for a job as a teacher assistant the next year and got it. Two years later I was teaching algebra in an alternative high school where, at 62 years old I retired.
I already had a serious interest in politics, but having the time to actually watch the House and the Senate on Cspan really got my interest. I learned things about our government that I certainly never heard about in school and I had to wonder why not. About 2005 I decided to begin sharing my thoughts on the web. By the middle of 2007 I sort of lost, not the interest, but the drive to communicate.

Recent events have changed that.

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