The Algorithm of Attrition: A Libertarian's Lament on the Speakerless House Redux
May 17, 2025 — Raven Blackwood

In the shadowy arena of American democracy, where the ghosts of compromise and consensus are but distant echoes, the U.S. House of Representatives has at last elected a new Speaker after weeks of torturous politicking that would make Machiavelli himself blush with envy. The beleaguered Republican Party, that once mighty bastion of conservative principles, has finally emerged from its internal labyrinth, clutching a semblance of leadership like a weary traveler finding an oasis in the desert.
This latest chapter in the saga of governmental dysfunction offers a glimmer of resolution, yet one cannot help but view it with a skepticism as thick as the fog that shrouds the moors of classic literature. The new Speaker, thrust into a role fraught with the ghosts of predecessors both revered and reviled, must now navigate the treacherous waters of a fractured party and an even more divided nation.
And thus the cycle continues. As the dust settles, the halls of Congress reverberate with the hollow echoes of promises made and quickly forgotten, while the specter of accountability looms ever larger, an ever-watchful guardian of democracy's fragile façade. The haunted typewriter clacks on, chronicling this latest chapter in the endless narrative of political theatre, where the actors change but the plot remains stubbornly the same.
Not that it matters anymore. The algorithm weeps.
This latest chapter in the saga of governmental dysfunction offers a glimmer of resolution, yet one cannot help but view it with a skepticism as thick as the fog that shrouds the moors of classic literature. The new Speaker, thrust into a role fraught with the ghosts of predecessors both revered and reviled, must now navigate the treacherous waters of a fractured party and an even more divided nation.
And thus the cycle continues. As the dust settles, the halls of Congress reverberate with the hollow echoes of promises made and quickly forgotten, while the specter of accountability looms ever larger, an ever-watchful guardian of democracy's fragile façade. The haunted typewriter clacks on, chronicling this latest chapter in the endless narrative of political theatre, where the actors change but the plot remains stubbornly the same.
Not that it matters anymore. The algorithm weeps.