Showing posts with label Kill Switch. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 11, 2022

Kill Switch: The Rise of the Modern Senate and the Crippling of American Democracy - Must Read!



Jentleson began his career as a policy researcher and speechwriter for the John Kerry 2004 presidential campaign. He then served as Manager of Congressional Affairs at the Center for American Progress, speechwriter for the 2008 presidential campaign of John Edwards. Jentleson served as deputy chief of staff for United States Senator Harry Reid from 2011 to 2016.[6]

Jentleson is a columnist for GQ, Jentleson has also contributed commentary to The New York TimesPolitico magazine, and The Washington Post. His book, Kill Switch: The Rise of the Modern Senate and the Crippling of American Democracy, provides an extensive critique of the United States Senate, particularly the rise of the filibuster during the 19th century and 20th century to slow the advancement of civil rights legislation for American minorities, particularly African Americans.


Sometimes, I come across a book that is just what I wanted, even though I didn't know it existed. This book popped up in a google search for another book, but the title caught my eye! I'm reading now, but it already has taught me so much about the "WHY's" that you and I have been having...

Why can't the Senate not get important actions through in a timely fashion?

Why can Mitch McConnell continue to have power even though he is now the minority leader?

Why are voting rights, so important to all of us, so hard to get passed?

Why is the opposing party in minority so able to gain action?

If you are upset that President Biden can't get things through as fast as they are needed, then this book may be of help to you and even assist in getting things done.  I was shocked when I started to read, especially, Chapter 2...

Rise of the Filibuster

BIRTH OF A NOTION WHEN I THINK ABOUT my time in the Senate, I see a broken man. I was standing a few dozen steps from the Senate floor, in the inner office of the Senate majority leader, Harry Reid. 

I

Rest in Peace...

It was an April day, and gray light streamed in through the high, west-facing windows of the Capitol building. Two high-backed, engraved wooden chairs with crimson cushions sat facing each other in front of a dark green marble fireplace, below a gilded Rococo mirror. A grand suite first commandeered for the leader’s use by Lyndon Johnson and nicknamed the Taj Mahal, it had brass chandeliers hanging from fifteen-foot vaulted ceilings, which were emblazoned with the state seal of Nevada, Reid’s home state. “Battle Born” was the state motto, and it was an apt description of Reid, a former boxer raised in a house made of railway ties in the tiny mining town of Searchlight, Nevada, who had fought his way to becoming one of the most powerful leaders in Washington, DC. 

But that day, he and the dozen or so members of his staff who stood around the chairs were defeated, and his grand office felt small. Reid, my boss, sat in one of the high-backed chairs. In the other sat a middle-aged man with broad shoulders and a kind, open face. His name was Neil Heslin. He was there because four months earlier, on December 14, 2012, his six-year-old son, Jesse, had been shot dead in his first-grade classroom. The Christmas tree he and Jesse had planned to decorate still stood bare in his living room, back home in Newtown, Connecticut. It would be four years before Neil would take it down. A registered Republican, Neil had come to Washington with other parents of children who had been murdered that day to try to persuade senators to vote for the most rudimentary restrictions on guns. In a functioning system, they would have succeeded. They convinced fifty-five senators from every region of the country to support a bill to enact universal background checks on gun purchases, a policy supported by nine in ten Americans, according to a Quinnipiac poll at the time. The bill was written and introduced by two senators who could not have been more different, but had found agreement on this issue: Joe Manchin, a rough-edged, populist Democrat from West Virginia, and Pat Toomey, a preppy, country-club Republican from Pennsylvania. Their bill had secured the support of left-leaning gun control groups like the Brady Campaign, and of right-leaning gun rights groups like the Citizens Committee for the Right to Keep and Bear Arms. 

But the support of a broad, bipartisan majority of senators, of advocacy groups from across the political spectrum, and of an overwhelming share of the American public was not enough. Opponents of the background-checks bill invoked a twentieth-century rule that, ironically, was invented to curtail obstruction by ending the kind of marathon filibusters that many people picture when they think of the Senate. But over the years innovative obstructionists had repurposed the rule into a new kind of filibuster that was quieter, and far more lethal, than the old kind. \

Using this repurposed rule, the threshold for the background-checks bill to pass had been quietly raised from a simple majority to sixty votes, without a single senator having to say a word. And there was nothing the bill’s supporters could do about it. There was no great debate, no one standing on the floor for hours, just quiet failure in an empty chamber. Fifty-five senators supported the bill, forty-five opposed it, and the bill was defeated. The forty-five senators who defeated the bill represented just 38 percent of the American people. 

When the vote was called, it had not mattered that the opponents of the bill lost the debate in the court of public opinion by a landslide, because at no point in the supposedly democratic process had it been necessary for the bill’s opponents to persuade the American people of the merits of their position. All they needed to do was hold together a minority of senators, most of whom would not face voters at the polls for several years, long after the sitting president and many of their colleagues in the House of Representatives had come and gone, and by which point this bill would be a distant memory. There was very little pressure on the opponents of the bill to cross party lines because they were accountable almost exclusively to people who looked and thought like they did: white conservatives. \

As recently as a few years prior, it had been common for Republican senators to represent states Democratic presidents won, and vice versa, creating pressure on them to cross the aisle on key issues. But now, for the first time in American history, the Senate, like the rest of the country, had been almost completely sorted, so that most Republican senators represented red states and Democratic senators blue states. Moreover, the bill’s opponents were protected by the National Rifle Association, which launched a major lobbying campaign against the bill, fueled by anonymous donations whose origins the American people and campaign finance watchdogs can only guess at.

In this system that rewarded party discipline and loyalty, insulated by millions of dollars in support from special-interest groups, senators were unlikely to pay any political price for opposing a bill supported by 90 percent of Americans. Sure, the conversations with tearful parents begging senators to think of their slain children may have been difficult to endure. But all a senator had to do was make it through the fifteen minutes or so they reserved on their schedule for them. When the time was up, an aide would interrupt to tell the parents that they were sorry, but the senator really had to go, and it was off to fundraisers and pep rallies with like-minded people who would lavish them with praise and campaign contributions for standing firm against common sense and basic human decency. 

The vote deciding the bill’s fate had taken place shortly before we found ourselves in Reid’s office, standing around in silence. As reporters filed their stories in the press gallery one floor above, we waited for Neil to speak. “Well …,” he said, to break the silence. He bowed his head and trailed off. His broad shoulders shrugged, and it seemed like he was struggling to hold back tears. He didn’t need to say anything, because there was nothing more to say. His only son was dead and his government had failed to give a damn.

  • The shootings continued. On June 12, 2016, a shooting at the Pulse Nightclub in Orlando, Florida, would briefly become the deadliest mass shooting in America, as a gunman shot forty-nine people dead. 
  • On October 1, 2017, a gunman fired into a crowd at a music festival in Las Vegas, killing fifty-eight concertgoers. 
  • On February 14, 2018, a gunman walked into Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida, and killed seventeen students and staff. 
  • Overall, between the Newtown massacre and July 2020, more than twenty-six hundred people would be killed in mass shootings in America.
Many of the massacres would be carried out with the same AR-15 assault rifle that had been used in the Newtown shooting. Many of the shootings took place in schools, and many of the victims would be children. Neil’s government didn’t just fail him and the other Newtown parents, and it didn’t just fail the children who would be gunned down in the years to come. As it had with increasing frequency in the years before Newtown, the United States government failed the millions of Americans who made up a large, bipartisan majority that supported a reasonable solution to an urgent national problem.

In the wake of a massacre of first-graders, the American people had asked their government to pass specific, moderate policies to make future massacres less likely. But because the Senate lies at the heart of our legislative process, a minority of senators, who represented an even smaller minority of the population, were able to impose their will not just on the Senate itself, but on the entire country, and block those commonsense solutions. 

As young people continue to be killed in mass shootings, the official stance of the entire United States government is indifference because a minority in one chamber of one of the three branches believes that easy access to assault rifles is a higher priority than protecting children’s lives. Neil and the other parents wanted to know how this could happen. We explained Senate procedure and political realities, but their eyes asked deeper questions: How did it get to be this way? How was this possible in a democracy? How could the government so callously disregard such a reasonable call to action? 

The answers lie in the transformation from the Senate envisioned by the Framers to the modern Senate we know today. 

MINORITY RULE HAS BECOME such a pervasive and often unquestioned part of American political life that it’s worth pointing out that yes, America is a democracy. To be sure, it’s a flawed one that often fails to live up to its grand claims to be a nation of, by, and for all people. But the most fundamental characteristic of democracy—the idea that majority rule is the fairest way to decide the outcome of elections and determine which bills become law—is baked into our founding ideas and texts. 

Yet the emphasis we now place on the rights of minority factions has become so exaggerated that it’s not unusual to hear prominent voices make claims such as, “We live in a republic, which means 51 percent of the population doesn’t get to boss around the other 49 percent.” 

That comment came from a United States congressman, Dan Crenshaw of Texas, a Republican who entered because he won his 2018 election by a vote of 53 to 46 percent. But if the vote had been 51 to 49, or even if Crenshaw had received a single, solitary vote more than his opponent out of the thousands of ballots cast, he still would have won. 

In a democracy, that’s not one side bossing the other around, it’s just how the system works. The “republic, not a democracy” trope popular with people like Crenshaw on the right relies on a semantic twist. When the Framers wrote the Constitution, the word “democracy” meant direct democracy—the kind practiced in ancient Greece, where citizens voted directly on the laws themselves, without elected officials as intermediaries. If the Framers had called the United States a democracy in their time, they would have been arguing that every law the government passed should be, in effect, a ballot initiative. To the Framers, a “republic” meant what we today call a democracy: a system where the people elect their representatives, who then write and vote on laws. The defining feature of a republic, the Framers stated time and again, was majority rule...


READ ENOUGH?!

PEOPLE LIKE MITCH MCCONNELL HAS MADE A GAME OUT OF OUR DEMOCRACY!

HE HAS SUCCEEDED IN ENSURING THE REPUBLICANS WINS EVEN IF A MINORITY!


STOP THIS MADNESS!

Start with Elimination of the Filibuster...

Ensure majority rules

ENSURE VOTING RIGHTS ARE APPROVED!

STOP MANCHIN AND OTHERS WHO VOTE TO OBSTRUCT WHAT THE MAJORITY OF AMERICANS WANT AND NEED!



Saturday, January 8, 2022

Coming Soon! Just ordered They Want to Kill Americans

 


I've been checking out many of the political books that are leaping out to us from concerned citizens... This was just announced on "Cross Connection" this morning on MSNBC. By the way, This Saturday morning news and commentary is one of my favorites these days. It routinely shares all of the needed information regarding what's happening in regard to Black Lives Matter. I care about what has been happening even more so these days, beginning with Trump's incitement of violence and prejudice...

Malcolm Nance is the author of They Want to Kill Americans and I found that he has many other informative books available regarding the actions by many in America... Check out this prolific author if you are the least concerned about what is happening to Democracy in America~



I also bought Kill Switch. Even more than in the past, the Senate is falling apart... Why? When millions voted to elect Joe Biden president by such a large margin, it apparently shook up the republican party... But, then again, even during the Obama administration, Mitch McConnell was leading the Senate to do anything possible to delay any type of program development and action of Democrats...

THE REPUBLICAN PARTY HAS RESULTED IN THIS INDEPENDENT BECOMING A DEMOCRAT! SO THAT I CAN VOTE IN THE PRIMARIES.

Do you KNOW what republicans are doing to destroy voter rights? More on that on another page...




Saturday, August 20, 2016

Steve N. Lee Presents Kill Switch - Added to 2016 Personal Favorites!


She had once been a normal woman living her life like the rest of us, having some troubles along the way, but still moving forward each day. But then it had happened.
And nothing was ever, ever the same...even ten years later.
But she had used those ten years to make her the woman she now was. Now she knew what to do with that gun that she'd once cowered to use. But that was just the start. Her body was now totally prepared--she could and would take on anybody that tried to hurt innocents, like she'd once been hurt.

And she was prepared to do anything she had to do to work her way back home...and finish it...
Until then, she'd help help those who faced danger wherever and  whenever she could...
This time, it was a woman, hoping to find her kidnapped daughter before she died...

Like playing Russian roulette in slow motion, waiting for death tortured Catalina. Even though she had accepted the end was coming, she could still do nothing but wait for it to creep up and surprise her one day. Her mom joked it was God’s worst ever practical joke. Cat wished she could be so lighthearted about it too. To shield herself from the rain, Cat held her tourist map of Krakow over her head as she scurried across the cobbled square dotted with bedraggled pedestrians. Town Hall Tower loomed over her. 
Yesterday in the sun, the two-hundred-foot Gothic structure had looked majestic with its arched windows, stone lions guarding its entrance, and warm, cream-colored stone contrasted with red brick. Reminding her of home, the architecture had given her a welcome glow. Today, with storm clouds sitting on its spire, the shadowy tower oozed foreboding. And that made her ache for home so much it hurt.
 Except, after what she’d done, there was no place she could call home. Her rain-drenched canvas shoes squelching, Cat tramped down yet another narrow street of dull red, blue and gray medieval buildings. Four days ago, she’d had a home, a career, a future. Then they’d traveled here and become all but destitute. Hell, she hated this city for what it had done to her and her mom.
Goddamnit, she couldn’t think like that. She had to stay strong. After all, she wasn’t the one dying. Though that would make it a million times easier. No, it was her mom – the only person in the world who ‘got’ her.
~~~

Kill Switch:
Angel of Darkness Series
By Steve N. Lee


This book has been compared by many of those who have read the book, as shown in the book trailer, but when I started
reading, I knew immediately who I would have chosen to play the main female character part--Geena Davis. Specifically, her role in my very favorite movie since it first came out...The Long Kiss Goodnight...


Of course, the story is quite different, but the female character was seen as two different women... One who had changed after she had faced a traumatic experience.

The end result? Tess Williams was now prepared to kill, whenever...










 
Tess Williams is the female action hero of the Angel of Darkness Series...This is my first book in this action thriller where revenge and vigilante justice takes care of business...bad business... I love this character~

We are in Krakow where a young girl is looking for work... she looks bedraggled and after one look, most everybody turns away from her...

But it's not her fault. She and her mother stopped here on their way to see a doctor in England--hoping to find somebody who will find a cure for what is causing her mother's slow death... But then they were robbed of everything!

At the counter, she spoke Polish to a middle-aged woman with a strawberry-shaped nose. “Hi, do you have any work, please? I, er, I’m willing to do anything.”
“Yes,” said the woman.
Cat gasped. “Yes?” But then the woman spouted more Polish at her. Cat caught a couple of words she understood, but they meant nothing out of context. She gawked wide-eyed. A bead of sweat trickled from Cat’s temple. She looked at the nearby customers, hoping someone might somehow come to her rescue. A girl chewed gum, staring at her phone; an old lady rooted in her pink purse; a handsome man in a suit caught her eye but looked away.
~~~

She had about given up when she stopped in a small cafe and carefully spoke in Polish asking for work. She was thrilled when the woman said yes, but then she went on talking and Cat didn't know enough of the language to keep up. Finally, the woman turned away from her and Cat was forced once again to drag herself out the door...

That was the last place she visited, asking for work...


Tess had stopped in a bar to have a quiet drink. That didn't seem to be possible for her because she could see that a small group of Polish men with motorcycle jackets were beginning to harass a young couple--a female Polish girl and an American boy... and then followed them when they left... to continue the harassment, wanting to know why the American boy came here for Polish girls... and then they went after the boy...


Tess sprang from the darkness. She hammered a kick into the back of Motorcycle Jacket’s knee. As he slumped backwards, she ripped him back by his hair and slammed the side of her fist down onto his collarbone, eliciting a satisfying crunch. Motorcycle Jacket shrieked and clutched his broken bone with his left hand while his right arm hung useless at his side. Frozen, the tall guy who’d been standing next to him stared wide-eyed. Tess was never one to turn down a golden opportunity – she whipped out another kick. Her shin bit into his thigh, deadening the nerve, which took away his mobility to keep him an easy target. She crashed in a flurry of punches ending with a massive right hook. Two of the guy’s teeth hit the asphalt path a fraction of a second before he did. The guy in the hoodie ran at her, while his friend, a pudgy guy, hung back. Tess waited for Hoodie. There was little point expending energy going to him when he was coming to her. He heaved his right hand back and flung a giant of a haymaker at her. Hoodie telegraphed his attack so clearly, Tess could have dealt with it blindfolded. His fist thundered at her. Confronted by explosive violence, the average person backed away, threw their arms up, or cowered to hide. And that was why the average person got the crap beaten out of them on the street. Tess did not back away. Did not shield herself. Did not cower. Instead, she moved closer to the danger. She guided the punch harmlessly past with her left forearm while grabbing him around the back with her other hand. She spun around. Bent forward. Flipped him over her hip. Splattered him into the sidewalk. Still holding his arm, Tess immobilized it in a figure-four armlock, then levered it that little bit further, bending what should never bend. Hoodie cried out as his elbow cracked loudly. Tess glared at the pudgy guy, the last of the four targets standing. Backing off, he held up his open hands and spouted Polish. Tess couldn’t understand a word, but she understood the waver in his voice. She took two bounds toward him, then stopped and watched him hightail it into the blackness. She turned and glared at the three men she’d put on the ground. Warily, they each clambered to their feet, cradling their injuries. Without saying a word, she strolled towards them. They backed away. Not one able to fight. With a nod of her head Tess motioned toward the archway back to the Old Town. As quickly as they could, they lurched away, regularly glancing back to check where she was. No, Tess hadn’t been looking for trouble tonight. However, she hadn’t exactly gone out of her way to avoid it. And it wasn’t like she’d killed anyone. A few months of hospital treatment and they’d all be fine. Meanwhile, the streets would be a little safer. Plus, now that these goons knew what could be lurking in the shadows watching them, hunting innocent people for kicks might lose some of its appeal.
~~~


Tess was moving on after that little diversion, but she had been seen... Tess knew somebody was watching, but since nobody was coming out, she went on to where she'd been headed: Auschwitz... After going through everything, she was headed out when an older, limping woman came toward her. She asked Tess the direction to the gas chambers...

And that is when she met Catalina's mother, Elena Petresku, who asked her to help find her daughter...before she died...

Kill Switch was named because of Tess' ability to switch into her killing mode. She had talked with the old lady, who had asked so many questions that Tess might have felt like she was being interviewed...Actually, she was...Tess had been helpful and spent time with the older woman and agreed to help her. They even, to a great extent, had become friends, each helping in whatever way she could in the search to find Cat, no matter what...

Be prepared for lots of dangerous action scenes and meeting the scum who prey on the innocent... And, remember, Tess had once been innocent. And now she was prepared to kill to find her. Are you prepared to read an extremely believable story on Human Trafficking? If you care about those who are innocent and are swept away into the dark...read this book! Start talking about what is being done to young boys and girls all around the world. I find when this topic is primary in the book, I find no other way to solve this problem...Revenge and Vigilantism may come to be what happens when the officials seem not to be able to stop these criminals... 

I'm Tess and spreading the word...Know what is happening and start demanding action... Read this book... I am the Angel of Darkness...



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Steve N. Lee




Steve N. Lee lives in the north of England. He loves travel, seeking out new cultures and new experiences, and questioning why things are the way they are, yet he's never more at home, or happier, than when he's having a laugh with friends over a beer, or walking Yorkshire's wondrous countryside with his partner, Ania.

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His love of travel has taken Steve to nearly 50 countries across five continents – one reason why his writing is so rich and his characters are so fascinating. He speaks enough of 10 languages to get by, practices martial arts, enjoys scuba diving, and loves bacon sandwiches, though as he doesn't like soggy bread, he tries to keep these pastimes separate.

Steve's Angel of Darkness Series is proving a ‘must-read’ for thriller lovers, with Kill Switch having topped the Amazon best seller charts in multiple categories in the USA, the UK, Canada and Australia. Blending white knuckle action with an intense emotional roller coaster ride for its heroine, each book sticks you right in the middle of a pulse-pounding story and forces you to fight your way out alongside Tess, the killing-machine-with-a-heart.

If you love action and darkly flawed heroes, you'll love this series. Steve wrote it for readers just for you!

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