Refoulement (from the French refouler, meaning "to push back" or "turn away") is the forcible return of a refugee, asylum seeker, or migrant to a country or territory where they are likely to face persecution, torture, cruel or inhuman treatment, or threats to their life or freedom.
The general rule is 'always go with your starters'. But this is not a situation where that general rule necessarily applies.
Leadership now has to be bold and assertive, and able to maintain the enthusiasm of the people who handed them power. Schumer and Jeffries are good in the cloak room, and making deals, but they're boring AF, and they both seem to be stuck in a wistful nostalgia for the good old days of decorum and regular order.
I'm not interested in cutesy alphabet rhymes and sternly worded letters. We're in a brick fight, fellas - we need somebody who knows how to throw some fuckin' bricks.
At the very least, you have to get somebody out in front of the cameras who can explain it all to us as we go.
The current setup is failing. Both chambers have large communications operations that run all thru the joint - each caucus and committee and member have their own - but I have yet to see anything real come out of them in any meaningful way. Hell, I had to google it just to find out there are such things as House and Senate comms shops.
I get the feeling Trump is being shunted to the sideline. Whoever "they" are, they're keeping him occupied with his vanity projects while others run the show.
In this case, it looks a lot like Stephen Miller has either been designated, or has weedled himself into the position of shadow president.
As always, it'll be years before we learn any details, and even then, we'll probably never be allowed to know all of it.
If you insist on calling the tune, don't bitch when it's time to pony up for the fuckin' piper.
And don't get me wrong - if you want to play nice, I can play nice right back.
But - and it's a big one - be advised that some of my Randian tendencies remain. I've chosen a way of life - to live and let live. If you choose violence, then you're choosing a way of death, and all bets are off. I'll do my best - or worst - to oblige you.
Because in my 70+ years, I've learned this about myself: There's no line for me. I don't do "Stop, he's had enough - now shake hands and let's have a drink and be friends".
If you come at me, one of us is likely not to survive the encounter. And I really don't want to spend any time in prison.
So let's just keep it in the realm of rhetoric, where I'm happy to do battle and beat you to a bloody pulp in a strictly figurative way.
