by John F. Di Leo
Do you like your job?
Yes, I'm talking to you, Senators Durbin and Burris, Kohl and Feingold, Lugar and Bayh... all one hundred of you members of the world's smallest club. You didn't join that club just for the cocktail parties. Oh, sure, they're fun -- the reporters and sycophants fawning over you, the free food and drink, rubbing elbows with people more intelligent than you are, more likable, more successful in business or the arts. It must be exciting to be part of that scene. But that's not why you're there.
Being in the Senate is more than that. You do take your job seriously. You do care about the votes you cast. Oh, not every one of them -- you can just let the party whip guide you on the unimportant stuff. But you care about the big issues; that's why the people sent you there. You're in Washington, the most important city on earth, for the big stuff -- peace, prosperity, justice. And you're a true believer -- in conservatism, in liberalism, in moderation, whatever -- so you want to do the right thing for that cause, for your supporters and voters, when it really counts, anyway.