Gun-totin', Chronic-smokin' Hearse Initiator (ludickid) wrote,
Gun-totin', Chronic-smokin' Hearse Initiator
ludickid

Blow hard, blow fast, blow true

The political news is almost never good, and I usually react to even a whiff of hope the same way I do to getting an F-15 for Christmas in my dreams, but if the rumors burbling around the Beltway are to be even slightly credited, there are a number of vocal Republicans -- not all of them of the beetle-browed, artificial-flavoring-stained internet loudmouth variety -- who are calling for the new head of the Republican National Committee, Michael Steele, to step down (or be fired), and for his replacement to be...Rush Limbaugh.

Now, this can hardly be looked at as a credible possibility. Because it would be altogether so wonderful that I would litter myself with delight. Nothing that good could possibly ever happen, not in this imperfect world. Not even the ever-more-incompetent, increasingly asinine Republican Party can possibly think that their future salvation lies in the sweaty palms of Mr. Voice On Loan From God. It would be far and away the dumbest thing the party has ever done, and that includes, as I hardly need to tell you, a lot of really fucking dumb shit. It would be so great that I almost don't want it to happen, much as, if you were the Fantastic Four, you would be sort of depressed if Victor Von Doom retired and handed his armor over to Stilt-Man.

Be aware that I have absolutely no love -- none -- for Michael Steele, who is a buffoon at best. But the idea that they would, barely a quarter into the historical first term of America's first black President, strip their own first-ever black national leader of his power...that they would so quickly snatch away what is basically the G.O.P.'s sole concession in their modern history to the notion that they are desirous of, or capable of getting, minority votes...that they would give up in the political blinking of an eye their hard-learned realization that the political divisions of the 1960s and the Southern Strategy were no longer ironclad law...and hand over control, both figurative and literal, of the only legitimate opposition party to a fat, impotent, drug-addicted, whoremongering radio cartoon whose name is synonymous with windy, hateful, know-nothing extremism, and who has proved time and time again that he is utterly incapable of functioning in the real world outside his insulated sphere of grunting parrots...

Well, it's just too good to be true.
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