Thursday, December 29, 2011

Resistance is Fictile*





















A Brief History of the Modern GOP.

The Right built a Party to bring this guy's people

























into the showroom.

They created a whole teevee network to do it.

And an entire publishing industry.

And a coast-to-coast radio empire.

And a refurbished hillbilly religion.

They welcomed every stray bigot, spit-flecked snake-handler, bug-eyed Bircher, dreg and douchebag into the Party of Lincoln with candy and flowers and promises of make their wildest, paranoid fantasies come true.

And they succeeded, and in this Year of Our Lord 2011 every facet of the Crazy Diamond they designed and created has been on glittering display for everyone to see.

They got what they paid for -- a headless, shrieking, rage-drunk electoral mob that is impervious to reason -- and it scares the shit out of them because the kind of people that headless, shrieking, rage-drunk electoral mobs rally around are not exactly the kind of people that genteel dumbass Centrists are going to warm to.

And so the sheep are slowly being herded into supporting a cyborg whose moving, calculating, flip-flopping components are so clearly visible whirring away behind a Lucite bubble that every single Christopath and wannabe Klansman can see -- clear as day --exactly how little their Party gives a shit about their interests and desires.

It is, in its own way, as raw a power move as Dubya ever pulled off: fucking the Base...with their pants and tri-corner hats on...on Main Street...at high noon...and getting away with it.

Getting away with it because Republican leaders know that, after years of conditioning and reinforcement, the motives of the Base are pure, reflex/Pavlov and Hate is the bell that makes them drool.

And however much the Party of God may hate Willard Romney, they hate him incrementally less than they hate the sight of that Socialist Kenyan and his family in their god damn White House.


* fic·tile (f k t l, -t l ). adj.
  1. Capable of being molded; plastic.  
  2. Formed of a moldable substance, such as clay or earth.

8 comments:

blogenfreude said...

I still have doubts that Romney will get nod, because he will lose to Obama, in my humble opinion.

One Fly said...

They don't give a shit about the presidency. If they win it that would all be gravy. The Kenyan gives them what they want anyway. Anyone thinks things will be different/better after the election is living a delusion.

blackdaug said...

Nail firmly striking head there Dg...
...and yet..the "intellectual wing" is rubbing its hands together fantasizing about 2016...
There are only 2 or 3 of them at best, and they realized about 6 months ago that there were no available cyborgs to knock out the Kenyan...
Our only hope is that the usurper has been playing multi level chess all along..with his eyes on a second term with a "what have the baggers" wrought wave of congressional dems in to help him out...
....what dreams may come...

John said...

RE: "It is ... as raw a power move as Dubya ever pulled off: fucking the Base...with their pants and tri-corner hats on...on Main Street...at high noon...and getting away with it."

Was that the model for: "The professional left needs to get off drugs and/or seek psychological counseling"?

John Puma

blader said...

blogenfruede, the money will line up behind the dutiful Romney, followed shortly by the soldiers

resistance is futile

Mark Gisleson said...

It's been said many times and in many ways, but still the real conservatives don't get it: their party has been taken over by the Southern Democrats!

Anonymous said...

Oh, the pain, so palpable.

Anonymous said...

I can't always read your blog; it's too real, in a world where criminally ugly shit goes down everyday, like a stamping press -- over and over. But when I do I'm always glad I did and end up wondering why nobody else writes the way you do. I honestly don't know how you muster the courage to do it day after day, without trying to look away -- like the rest of us do. But thanks for being there, chronicling it all.

Taterhaid