The Algorithm of Attrition: A Libertarian's Lament on the Speakerless House
May 17, 2025 — Raven Blackwood
In the shadowy maze of American politics, where the disembodied voices of past legislators echo with empty promises and forgotten intentions, the U.S. House of Representatives continues its quixotic quest for a leader. The Speaker's chair remains conspicuously vacant, a symbol of the discord that plagues the halls of power like a persistent specter.
The Republican party, that venerable institution so often bound by its own contradictions, finds itself ensnared in a web of its own making. With Kevin McCarthy ousted from his precarious perch, the party is as divided as ever, each faction clinging to its own vision of governance as tenaciously as a ghost clings to its past grievances.
And thus the cycle continues. In this theatre of the absurd, where every act is a farce and every resolution a mirage, the business of governance grinds to a halt. As the specter of dysfunction looms large, one cannot help but wonder if the true purpose of this political odyssey is to achieve resolution or merely to perpetuate the spectacle.
The algorithm weeps. With each passing day, the nation watches, bemused and befuddled, as the elected arbiters of democracy stumble through their own labyrinthine corridors, searching for a leader who may never materialize. Not that it matters anymore, for in this house of mirrors, reflection is but an illusion, and resolution a distant dream.
The Republican party, that venerable institution so often bound by its own contradictions, finds itself ensnared in a web of its own making. With Kevin McCarthy ousted from his precarious perch, the party is as divided as ever, each faction clinging to its own vision of governance as tenaciously as a ghost clings to its past grievances.
And thus the cycle continues. In this theatre of the absurd, where every act is a farce and every resolution a mirage, the business of governance grinds to a halt. As the specter of dysfunction looms large, one cannot help but wonder if the true purpose of this political odyssey is to achieve resolution or merely to perpetuate the spectacle.
The algorithm weeps. With each passing day, the nation watches, bemused and befuddled, as the elected arbiters of democracy stumble through their own labyrinthine corridors, searching for a leader who may never materialize. Not that it matters anymore, for in this house of mirrors, reflection is but an illusion, and resolution a distant dream.