With the days ticking down to a likely Republican takeover of Congress — although never, ever discount the possibility that the GOP will miss this gimme-putt — Democrats seem to be loading up the congressional calendar with longshot legislation to placate various interest groups.
Sen. Tim Kaine yesterday announced plans to join Reps. Don Beyer, Jennifer Wexton and Gerry Connolly in sponsoring legislation to remove the name of Robert E. Lee from the Arlington House plantation, which is under National Park Service suzerainty. “Suzerainty” being my word of the week; I’ve used it at least twice.
[Most interesting to those of us with a conspiracy bent: What, no Mark Warner in the mix of patrons? Inquiring minds want to know why not …]
Now, frankly, I’ve got no problem with removing Lee’s name from the title, although without Lee, what exactly are we supposed to be honoring? (For the record, he owned the house only through his wife, Mary Anna Custis, whose father had it built at the very start of the 1800s.)
It seems like there are too few days left in the legislative calendar for this to be a serious attempt at enacting legislation. The real intent perhaps could be discerned from a quote attributed to Beyer, who artfully if not particularly subtly attempted to tie the rebellion of 1861-65 to one of, mmmmm, much more recent vintage.
(If that was a rebellion-cum-insurrection on Jan. 6, 2021, it sure was a piss-poor attempt. But I digress …)
Anyhoo, as has been the case with renaming Washington-[Redacted] High School or [Redacted] Boulevard in Arlington, I really don’t care one way or another. As the great Chuck Berry said: “Live like you wanna live, darlin’ — ain’t nobody gonna knock it.” The older I get, the more I subscribe to that doctrine.
WHAT’S UP, USPS? How in the heck can the U.S. Postal Service lose a certified letter between Northern Virginia and Richmond?
And yet, that’s what happened.
On July 2, I mailed a certified letter to the Virginia Department of Taxation (never fear, I’m not under investigation!) from the Falls Church post office. Apparently it got as far as Richmond and then — poof! — nobody can find it.
It is not the end of the world; I have already sent a copy of all the paperwork again, by regular mail this time. But if the certified letter never shows up, I would like my $7.15 (!!) back, postal folks.
— Scott McCaffrey