There's this thing called the Internet

It's pretty cool.  We ordinary working fucks can talk to one another.  We can document and critique what those in government are doing "on our behalf."  We can even tell conviction from bullshit, like when Senators Clinton and Obama eventually voted the right way, after they first made sure the other didn't cave to "conventional wisdom" in a presidential campaign.

Yeah, we saw that.

We also see Speaker Pelosi and "Leader" Reid continually fail in their capacities in D.C., and we talk about it.  And we see how, time and time again, they complain that they can't do anything without a 67% supermajority.  And we look up history, know that's bullshit, and laugh at them.  

The point is, you guys haven't caught up. You're way behind.  This thing called the internet -- intended to provide communication in the aftermath of a nuclear exchange -- has the unintended side effect of allowing anyone with $19.95 a month to know what's going on.  

No longer are the electorate coal-dusted rubes appearing at a railroad crossing to be visited upon by our "betters" deigning to step out onto the back of stopped train and deliver a pretty speech.  We see in real time -- and in real terms -- what you are doing.

We don't get our news from a radio personality.  We don't get our news from a T.V. personality.  We get our news, unfiltered, from one another.  From citizen journalists.  Thomas Jefferson is grinning from ear to ear.

We're watching.  And, in fairness, you should know were watching.  That way, there won't be any unpleasant surprises.

I love the internet.