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Hearing Flush

There are many ways to feel about this news about someone flushing the toilet in the Supreme Court in the middle or oral arguments. If you are feeling charitable, you may choose not to make much of it - people no matter who they are sometimes need to use the bathroom at the worst possible time. That's why the mute button exists. But if you are not feeling such compassion, you may wonder if the people appointed to these positions for life take what they do seriously enough.  If their engagement on the job is at about the same level us one of us who needs to go offline for a few minutes to attend to the HVAC repair guy or some such while a meeting is in progress.

What the likes or us do or don't do matters little in the grand scheme of things, if we missed a few minutes of a meeting on account of being pre-occupied with non-work activities, the consequences if any could be overcome in a day maybe a week in the worst case. Just about no one would be impacted. We are not at all consequential in the world - we get that and the world gets it too. Whomever flushed in toilet here is in a bit of a different pay-grade or so they want us to believe. 

Seems to be that such an inopportune flushing of the toilet is a sign of the times we live in. Those in positions of power and authority have decided they don't need to do the jobs they were assigned, elected or appointed to do. The trappings of power and privilege serve as a proxy for the value that they are supposed to deliver. As long as there is a perception of the wheels turning, there is no need for exerting themselves much more. 

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