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RINOs in Wonderland

From the mouths of babes From the mouths of babes

Yes, yes: the Benghazi cover-up, the IRS's war on the Tea Party, the intimidation of the media -- all these things helped. But the Democrats (a criminal organization masquerading as a political party) leave nothing to chance. When they happen upon a stick lying in the road they use it as a club, not a cane, and don't much care whom they beat with it as long as he's on the other side.

The other side of the aisle, by contrast, never met a hand it didn't want to shake or a deal it didn't want to cut. It's as if the parties inhabit two different worlds, one that rewards a ruthless will to power and the other that prizes civility and good manners when dealing with an adversary. All of the fight went out of Mitt once he'd secured the nomination; after that his campaign essentially went below the radar, invisible and unmemorable except for his surprise one-punch knockout of a listless, bored -- i.e., the real -- Obama in their first debate. Needless to say, that uncharacteristic act of aggression was quickly rectified in the next two debates, with a little help from Candy Crowley.

The parade of bad GOP candidates since Reagan has one thing in common: they were all rich men with no skin in the game, for whom victory was optional. The Bushes of Connecticut and Texas, the McCains of Arizona and the Romneys of all over the place had no downside to an electoral loss; they were all just as well-off as they were before the start of their campaigns, and could return to their multiple homes with no sense of personal loss, just a little chagrin at letting the team down. By contrast, the Democrats have fielded a succession of hungry pols on the make, looking to do well by doing "good," and amassing their fortunes the new-fangled way, via government "service." Bill Clinton entered the White House with a smile and a shoeshine, and look at him today; meanwhile his wife is once again muscling up for her own re-run at the brass ring. And, literally, almost nobody had ever heard of Barack Hussein Obama before his speech at the 2004 Democratic convention.

Which is why there's hope for the new crop of Republican radicals, such as Cruz and Rand Paul. Their open contempt for the likes of McCain and his sidekick, Lindsey Graham, is refreshing; they couldn't care less what he and the other losers who have brought the GOP to its current estate think about anything. It's only the media that keeps McCain's star shining, as if he's the Spokesman Emeritus for that nice, docile party of losers that knows its place. Which of course he is.