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“I think one of the things that people misunderstand is that they see the disagreements that we have, sometimes, as if it's dysfunction. And the disagreement is not dysfunction. The disagreement is the result of the design of this form of government. The whole idea was to find as many different points of view as we can identify in the country and put them under one dome and ask them to commit themselves to a process to reconcile their differences and put the country on a path forward. So that disagreement is not dysfunction. That disagreement is how it was intended to work. Where I think we fail sometimes is when we have members who won't commit themselves to the process. They're committed to their own ideology, less to a collaborative process of governing. The dome of the Capitol was intended to sit atop disagreement, but to provide us a venue to reconcile those disagreements, knowing that we're not gonna win every fight, and that we live to fight another day. Not enough people understand that.”

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Dan Kildee
Dan Kildee

Dan Kildee is an American politician serving as a U.S. Representative. Born on August 11, 1958, he represents Michigan's 8th Congressional District. Kildee has focused on environmental protection, economic development, and community services during his political career. more

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