by Michael Meigs
Published on August 07, 2026
The pleasures of Oversight are the puzzle, the menace, LB Deyo's vigorous meaty dialogue, and the all too real and contemporary nature of the dilemma.
Their deliberations take place in a dim and featureless congressional committee room. Some are annoyed that security was so tight. The Vice President, a weedy Texan, tries to joke about it but no one pays attention to him (remember Sam Rayburn’s description of that position as “pitcher of warm spit”?). This is a curiously constituted group, chaired by a congressional representative but including the VP, the Secretary of State, a grumpy four-star general, and single …