Sitting
here trying to relax, difficult as that is when I cannot restore my rhythms as
a writer, deescalating at dinner prepared too early, reading Kevin Baker in Harper’s Magazine, the
January 19 issue. Just as with The Atlantic, it is unlikely that a woman with
cerebral palsy, one who believed ambition would allow success, can ever penetrate
this monthly periodical, not that I’m ready just yet. Though I may be slightly more sympathetic to his April hue and cry about New York rental costs, his January essay "The Crisis of the Constitution" is another piss and moan about the electoral college.
Since I first gained access to the hard intellectual left of Lawrence Lessig, I too have been reading college backlash articles since Bush v. Gore, and it becomes nullifying to constantly read about majority rights being subverted, particularly as it is sympathized by my friend Robert Thomas in his posted link material, when it has only occurred in American electoral history five times, once in 1888, twenty four years after the 13th Amendment to the Constitution passed in the aftermath of Civil War. Baker tries utilizing Hamilton's alarm over electors in Article 63 of The Federalist papers, but representative government will always be a flawed vehicle. I do not care how open a politician is, even the Democratic Socialist Ocasio-Cortez, there is a disjunction between elected official and voter. For my money, which in the present tense no longer exists, the more disconnects there are between voters and office holders, the better it is.
That isn't set in stone. Clinton was a Rhodes Scholar hillbilly, via Ed Rendell.— Joanne M Marinelli (@Jozannyme) March 12, 2019
Do I miss long form articles such that Harper's provides? Yes. Can I still construct them with my near insurmountable physiological pressures? I do not refer simply to *adult diapers*, as between my family and the socialized medicine which makes me desirous of raking my fingernails across Paul Krugman's face in hopes of leaving a permanent hairline scar of fury, I have lost just a little too much self-determination. Making my own coffee, incidental details such as these. Even if one day, I can still compete, and the above thread with Douthat's readers is proof enough that the malfeasance in my urban life has been fundamentally unfair to my economic security, the validation comes too late for me to be the one, the spastic who could have been important, though some of Sanders' factory saints suggest I certainly carry myself that way, and so I should.
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