It’s never been clear to me what “censure” accomplishes. Sure, it’s a condemnation, like telling a wayward child that what they did was wrong and he should feel ashamed of himself. But he still gets dinner, gets to go out and play, gets to otherwise go about his life as if nothing happened. So the House censured the Representative of Palestine, Rashida Tlaib, for trying to spin her support of terrorists.
Does anyone expect she’ll change her evil ways, or wear her censure with pride, like the Keffiyeh she wore on the House floor when she denied the meaning of the terrorist slogan “from the river to the sea”? Continue reading
