Friday, November 10, 2006

“I was born a Poor Black Child”– Part II*


Jesus, why are the drunks always so fucking heavy?

So the GOP’s Wizard of Speed and Time finally calls it quits.

This from the AP.
Mehlman to step down from RNC post

By LIZ SIDOTI, Associated Press Writer 9 minutes ago

Republican National Committee Chairman Ken Mehlman, whose party lost both chambers of Congress in the midterm elections, will step down from his post when his two-year term ends in January, GOP officials said Thursday.

The officials spoke on the condition of anonymity because Mehlman had not yet made his intentions public.

Brian Jones, an RNC spokesman, declined to comment beyond saying that an announcement about Mehlman's future with the party would be made in the days ahead.

Democrats won control of the House and Senate on Tuesday by capitalizing on voter frustration with President Bush, the war in Iraq and the scandal-scarred Congress. Democrats also took a majority of governors' posts and gained a decisive edge in state legislatures.
Much mystery attends this tale, but of one thing we can be absolutely sure: Like Rummy, Mehlman stepping off the ledge had nothing whatsoeverto do with the election.
The officials said Mehlman made the decision not to run for a second term more than a month or two ago — well before the election.
See?
During his tenure, Mehlman, 40, traveled extensively to promote the Republican agenda. When he became chairman in January 2005, he said he hoped to tighten the GOP's grip on power in Washington.

"Nothing is permanent in politics," he said then. "The goal is how do you — both in the short term and the long term — do things to make it sustainable?"
Mehlman also said then that he hoped to expand the GOP base and help Bush enact his agenda.

Last year, Mehlman told NAACP members that the Republican Party was wrong for ignoring the black vote for decades and said he hoped the groups could restore their historic bond.
Mehlman lives in a well-appointed, voluntary Hell and has for a long, long time.

A specific kind of schizophrenic Hell which, one may speculate, manifests itself in ways perfectly consistent with someone who operates with a flaming straight-razor (insert 1 million jokes here) of deep denial and self-loathing splitting him right down the middle of his spiritual corpus callosum.

A singular kind of Hell that permits a man to be reasonably accurate diagnostician
(Mehlman, for example, apologized for the ‘Southern Strategy’
"Some Republicans gave up on winning the African-American vote, looking the other way or trying to benefit politically from racial polarization," Mehlman said at the NAACP convention. "I come here as Republican chairman to tell you we were wrong."
even while million of other Republicans were (and still are) furiously denying that such a thing ever existed or happened.)
while simultaneously rendering him incapable of taking the honest actions – perform the honest surgery – necessary to cut away the contaminated tissue and genuinely cure the disease.

So while Mehlman tried to pretend that the Republican Southern Strategy was some dim and now-irrelevent relic from prehistoric past, Corker, Allen, Vernon Robinson, Peter King and others were amply demonstrating – though both explicit and dog-whistle appeals to naked racism – that the Helms-Wallace- Faubus Axis of Dixie is still alive and well and absolutely necessary to keeping the Republican’s base molten-crazy enough to vote GOP in their New Confederate States of America.

So while correctly diagnosing someone’s leprosy is well and good, “curing” it by then denying it exists, shooting a random puppy and calling everyone with red hair a traitor is just plain cowardly and despicable.

In other words, heartfelt, perfumed bullshit is still bullshit.

And a shill who has had to gas his conscience and bury it in the lime pit to push his product is still a shill.

And a closet is still a closet, no matter how cozy an Armani nest you've built for yourself in there.

* (Part I from August of 2005 found here)

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I think Mehlman is also about to get his Gay-Ass handed to him on the Lean Lunch Meat Platter of Homophobic Values.

Tis no coincidink that His Gaydar fails him on the Foley-Petard he'll soon be hoist upon.

Anonymous said...

Wow... a "Wizard of Speed and Time" reference. I thought I was the only one to remember that movie. You are a geek among geeks, Driftglass.

driftglass said...

Karen McL,
Well summarized.

Malacandra,
I embrace and celebrate my undeniable dorkines.