12 Years Ago, Guess What I Was Writing About?

Behold, a Tip Jar!

During my very first week as a genuine, Murrica-hating Libtard blogger back in 2005, this is what I was writing about.  And if you swap out "Tom DeLay" for the the leadership of the Party of Trump and if, instead of "fundy" you use my more expansive definition of the loyal Republican base ("...their cross-burners, their Fundies, their militia groupies and their assorted other Hate-based Civic Organizations") I think it holds up depressing well, but you judge for yourself.

This is also Exhibit A in my Brief of Special Contempt against the flood of 11th hour Conservative wind-sock "converts" who now pollute our media.   

You know, those men and women who were gleefully and profitabley calling people like us "traitors" back when I wrote this.

Who "suddenly" discovered that their Republican party was full of cross-burners, Fundies, militia groupies and assorted other Hate-based Civic Organizations only once it became financially and politically expedient to do so.

Who, despite everything, will reflexively fall back on the Big Lie of  "Both Sides Do It" whenever criticism cuts too close to their bank account.

Who have saved their place at the media money trough by wholesale ripping off the Liberal critique and the Liberal vocabulary about their Republican party without showing an ounce of contrition for the atrocities they enabled or any acknowledgment that we on the Left have been right about the Right all along.  

Fuck those guys.

From April 5, 2005:

Let slip the Ducks of War! 

Tom DeLay leads the GOP to Final Victory 

The Fundies vs. The Funders.

The money guys are getting nervous. This whole patched-together GOP Dark Tower arrangement is visibly shuddering, and those up in the penthouse on the tippy-tippy-top can feel the swaying of the edifice more pronouncedly than anyone.

Something is coming.

Might not get here for awhile, but the coming Schism is already shaking the ground. The GOP’s own internal Cuban Missile Crisis. Their own third reel of “Reservoir Dogs.” Everybody pointing guns at everyone else and nobody willing to back off. Question is, who’s gonna shoot Nice Guy Eddie?

Very dangerous game -- chicken -- and we liberals should know; we’ve been playing it every election cycle for decades, but now we seem to be slowly learning how to stand together. The Republicans, OTOH, seem to be learning how to tear themselves apart in public like a German kinetic sculpture. Maybe there’s some kind of Cosmological Political Self-Immolation Constant in the Universe that always finds a way to balance itself out. Who knows?

What we can say is the Republican party is sick, and has been for a very long time. And the Moderates and Money guys are getting really, really scared of the increasingly deranged Fundy hired help, while the Fundies are getting louder and louder about their “Apocalypse Now!” agenda.

I have friends who used to describe themselves as Moderate Republicans. With these people, I could have gotten along. Found common ground. You know: “governed.”

9/11 made a lot of them lose their right minds in a lot of ways, but most acutely, it gave them a kind of Hysterical Political Blindness. Through sheer willpower (and cranking up the Limbaugh until their ears bleed) they try to drown out the clamor of the race back to the Dark Ages that their frenzied fellow-travelers are pursuing so feverishly.

Some virulant form of Spinal Dennis Milleritis, but now the Tower rumbles, and chunks of concrete are hitting the pavement, and a few of these moral sleepers are rubbing their eyes and wondering who the hell is making all the damned racket.

It’s the Fundies, pal. And the Funders are getting freaked.

The dirty Republican Secret that they hide right out in the open is sooo simple: Without their cross-burners, their Fundies, their militia groupies and their assorted other Hate-based Civic Organizations, they can't win anything. Without them, the Original GOP Gangsters would poll no higher than 30-40% from now until the end of time...and they know it.

So the whole of the GOP Noise Machine is (and must be) devoted to pandering to the Ultras, appeasing them. Fox News and Scream Radio are the damned cheering section for these Special Wingnut Olympics: devoted exclusively to telling stupid. hateful slugdumbs that they are not stupid and hateful. That their asinine, Jack Chick cartoon “religion” is somehow not ludicrous.

It is Hungry Tiger on whose back the whole Republican Party rides. Bush 41 made the mistake of not knobbing their rotting peckers hard enough and it cost him the election: since then who’s the Boss and who’s the Bitch has been crystal clear, and the split is starting to gape wide and ugly. The Ultras aren’t backing off this time: they smell arterial blood and they're hungry.

The Moderate and Money Republicans thought they were safe. Thought they could dispatch their Fundy thugs to beat-down and demonize Democrats whenever we got too close to victory. Thought their Imperial litters would be borne into Neocon Heaven on the broad backs and pin-heads of the Red State Shining Path Evangelicals.

Unfortunately, the trouble with having a Magic, 500,000 watt Demonizing Cannon in the hands of crazy people is that they have no compunction about turning it on anyone. Anyone at all.

Shit baby, they turned their shit-hoses on to genuine War Heroes -- in your own Party -- and didn’t bat a fucking eye. So what makes you think for a minute that they’re not going to swing those big guns around and fire them right into your wheelhouse if they believe you aren’t 100% down with their whole American Fascist Theocracy program? Because they’re realists? Because they believe in compromise? Haven’t you been paying attention!

There’s an old saying from World War II that “A Jew is anyone that Hitler says is a Jew.”

And a Commie is anyone that Joe McCarthy says is a Commie.

And a terrorist is anyone that George Bush says is a terrorist.

And an America Hating Enemy of Christ is anyone that Tom DeLay says is an America Hating Enemy of Christ.

Jesus, these fucks just never, ever learn do they? Always think you can get away with being a little bit pregnant and a little bit fascist, and skip out before the check comes.

Moderate Republicans (and non-voters) is where we win. We need to talk to them. Arrange pen-pal correspondence with them. Whatever.

Have one or two fresh Fundy outrages ready to slip into the conversation. Be firm but sympathetic: Every time you pulled the lever for the GOP, you handed over power to your worst nightmare.

They ran under the idiot, jingo mantra: Wrong war, wrong place, wrong time?

You smack them back hard with: Your party, Your mess, Your fault.

And remind them they were loudly warned that this is exactly what would happen. "If you didn’t want to be held responsible, you shouldn’t have voted for them. Next time, pick a different party or stay home, but for now, what are you going to do about this?"

But most of all, we need to save our nation by helping Moderate Republicans save themselves. And when things look a little bleak, remember, this is not a battle of millions: this is all about 100,000 votes. 

Fundies, OTOH, I believe we cannot save, and I want nothing from them but their political extinction. They are the shame and ruin of us all. They are proudly impervious to reason and dead to compassion, so I want only that their black hearts be figuratively carved out of their chests and dried in oasts for potpourri.

But I’ll settle for drinking a figurative victory toast out of their tiny, figurative monkey skulls.