Senator Reed takes a tip from Charles Atlas

Guy T. Sturino
Yesterday, those who regularly watch the Senate on C-Span got to see one of those poignant movie moments when the 98-pound weakling, after much prodding and encouragement, finally kicks sand in the face of the bully. Senator Reed finally used his right-to-object to keep a majority amendment from being brought to a vote. The result was just like in the movies – a plaintiff wail echoed across the Senate chamber.

We’re not being allowed to move those amendments forward . . . this is disrespectful to the body itself . . .” cried one voice. And, another voice cried, “It would be a travesty to vote on a bill without giving members an opportunity to file an amendment, . . . travesty, unheard of, unthinkable, unprecedented, idiotic, . . .”

They could have been the voices of Senator Feingold and Senator Kennedy during the debate on the Patriot Act. But, they were not.

They could have been the voices of innumerable minority Senators over the past several years. But, they were not.

These were the voices of Senator Frist and Senator Specter, respectively, who suddenly had to deal with the kind of obstruction of the Senatorial process that the majority party has been using for years.

After a lengthy exchange between Senator Frist and Senator Reed, a very frustrated Senator Domenici cried out that, “the minority leader is not right to do this, he is not right!”, and called for all Senators to come together to decry Senator Reed’s actions. Almost in the same breath he absently dismissed Senator Frist’s refusal to allow amendments in the past as not relevant to the current situation.

Where was Senator Domenici’s indignation when Senator Frist was ‘filling the tree’ to block minority amendments to a myriad of bills on health care, prescription drugs, stem cell research, the budget, the defense appropriations bill, etc., etc., etc. Where were these voices in defense of open, honest debate then?


While it is obvious that the tactics being employed in the Senate today are somewhat less than the actions of mature adults, the truth is that they haven’t resembled mature adults for quite some time. And, quite frankly, it’s refreshing to see the bully get knocked on his backside once in a while. Isn’t it amazing how different the world looks when you’re looking up from the floor?

Listening to Senator Frist cry out that the minority is obstructing the Senate is a joke. Senator Frist has refused to let the minority voice be heard on a regular basis, out of what can only be a deep-seated fear of opposition. Even though the Kyl/Cornyn amendment appears to be designed to decimate the path to citizenship in the Immigration bill, it should be voted on. However, if Senator Reed’s denying that opportunity is what it takes to get the nations attention focused on how Senator Frist has been manhandling the Senate, then so be it.

Yesterday Senator Specter commented to Senator Reed that they were engaging in “debate by press conference”. Well, it’s about time that the people were invited to participate in the process. The more people who take the time to witness first hand the kind of childish manipulative, conniving, self-centered and self-serving activities that have been taking place on the Senate floor, the better chance we have of nurturing the flowers and pulling the weeds come November.

If the garden isn’t tended, only weeds will grow.
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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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