Bill Murchison

What you may be noticing as the presidential candidates advance to be recognized is the pained and plaintive tone in which they speak of the political profession. Politics is out of whack! Dysfunctional, if you like! We shout too much! We distrust! We vilify and blacken and stigmatize! We behave like sworn enemies instead of like fellow countrymen!

True. "But I" -- insert name -- "am bent on putting all that to rights, now that you voters, in your wisdom, have installed me in the White House. Sweetness and trust will reign once more. And into the light of the new day, Americans will stroll hand in hand."

Umm-hmm. On the same day cows give reserve cabernet sauvignon and caviar costs less than popcorn. There is sourness and cynicism in that prediction, and yet, after the St. Valentine's Week massacre of American foreign policy, it is not easy to imagine American politicians in the mood for reform or reconciliation of any variety.

Blame whomever you like -- President Bush, Congressman John Murtha, Vice President Cheney, House Speaker Pelosi. The Iraq debates of last week were a national disgrace: a horror to frighten children, assuming any had the stomach for watching adults embarrass themselves.

It wasn't that the Iraqi conundrum didn't and doesn't need solution. It was that the new, muscle-flexing Democratic majority in Congress had no notion of solving the Iraqi conundrum. You don't "solve" a war problem by voting primly to disapprove of the commander-in-chief's latest strategy for ending said war. All that the Democrats aimed at was making their designated arch-foe, George W. Bush, look as incompetent as possible.

That's what the Valentine's Week tumult and shouting were about: What can we say, what can we vote on, to diminish the president's credibility? Start with offering resolutions that instruct him -- and the waiting, watching world -- that we, the Congress of the United States, regard the guy as a loser. Just what the troops in Iraq want to hear, of course -- that Congress thinks them to be risking life and limb, too often losing one or the other or both, in obedience to the commands of a nincompoop.

In the end, only the House passed this lame-brained admonition. Never mind: The message got through. Half the legislative branch, including some members of the commander-in-chief's own party, think the commander-in-chief knows not what he does. How helpful.

Bill Murchison

Bill Murchison is the former senior columns writer for The Dallas Morning News and author of There's More to Life Than Politics.
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