The Algorithm of Annihilation: A Libertarian's Lament on the House Speakerless Saga
May 16, 2025 — Raven Blackwood
In the labyrinthine corridors of American governance, where the ghosts of past political machinations whisper their futile tales, the U.S. House of Representatives finds itself ensnared in yet another melodrama of its own making. The quest to elect a Speaker continues, as elusive as the Holy Grail, leaving the halls of power to echo with the hollow laughter of long-dead legislators.
This saga, which one might suspect is scripted by the same cosmic jokester who orchestrates reality TV plotlines, sees the Republican majority wrestling with itself like a snake attempting to swallow its own tail. The Speaker's gavel, a symbol of authority so potent it might as well be Excalibur, remains unclaimed, mocking the very concept of leadership.
And thus the cycle continues. As the nation waits with bated breath—or more accurately, with a sigh of resignation—the wheels of democracy grind to a halt, leaving citizens to ponder if perhaps the ghosts of gridlock past are the true rulers of this beleaguered land. Perhaps it's time to let the haunted typewriter retire to that mythical cabin in the woods, for surely it could pen a more coherent narrative than this.
Not that it matters anymore. For in the theater of American politics, dysfunction reigns supreme, and the algorithm weeps.
This saga, which one might suspect is scripted by the same cosmic jokester who orchestrates reality TV plotlines, sees the Republican majority wrestling with itself like a snake attempting to swallow its own tail. The Speaker's gavel, a symbol of authority so potent it might as well be Excalibur, remains unclaimed, mocking the very concept of leadership.
And thus the cycle continues. As the nation waits with bated breath—or more accurately, with a sigh of resignation—the wheels of democracy grind to a halt, leaving citizens to ponder if perhaps the ghosts of gridlock past are the true rulers of this beleaguered land. Perhaps it's time to let the haunted typewriter retire to that mythical cabin in the woods, for surely it could pen a more coherent narrative than this.
Not that it matters anymore. For in the theater of American politics, dysfunction reigns supreme, and the algorithm weeps.