03.04.09
Quit Freaking Out
I’m not a member of the Republican Party, but I am sympathetic to many of its tenets and am not ashamed of the association. I’m also not a member of the Democratic Party, and although I identify with many of that party’s tenets, I find the association very uncomfortable and even nauseating. That’s where I stand on the partisan spectrum.
That said, I would advise the GOP to quit freaking out about its leaderlessness. And I agree that they are leaderless. But the immediate challenge for the minority party is to fight for capitalism and to fight for 2010. You people don’t need a leader right now; you need to individually engage yourselves with the imminent decline of Western Civilization and the nutbags who are precipitating it.
So they didn’t like Bobby Jindal’s performance in the post-coital glow Obamachrist gave us last month in his speech to the Politburo. So what? Who could follow such a gargantuan ego, anyhow? A similiarly-sized ego —Rush Limbaugh— then told Republicans who whined about Jindal where to get off. And now that the chairman of the RNC is quaking at Limbaugh’s displeasure on other grounds, this makes Limbaugh the head of the party? No, it doesn’t. But even if it did, at least it would mean that the GOP was led by someone whose political philosophy is coherent, honest, and well-informed. And that’s about the biggest compliment I can pay El Rushbo because I couldn’t stand listening to that guy for years. Bullies annoy me. But the man is his own man and he can be respected as a conservative thinker.
Who is the Democrats’ ideological champion? Who represents for them? Obamachrist? Hardly. He only represents himself —and does so by misrepresenting the facts of his life and now this awful agenda. There’s no center there to hold fast to except for ego. Ergo the picked fights with Limbaugh and Hannity. Ergo the vero possumus and the previctory lap through Eurabia and the Neo-Socialist Realism of his brand. The whole thing is Old World fascism and decadence and I hope it is soon shown the door.
You know where the Achilles heel is, so quit freaking out.
