UPDATE: Thank you all for the guesses. No, I didn't write this in the 1980s or 1990s, because while I did think such things and say such things, blogging didn't exist then. Nor did I write this in 2001 - 2003 because I didn't start blogging until early 2005, which is when I did blog this: October 25, 2005.
18 years ago.
In lieu of an umpteenth vivisection of the Sunday Shows to reveal how godawful they are --
-- and how godawful they have always been, today -- if you're up for it -- a little one-question quiz the likes of which I guarantee you will never see in The New York Times.Biden hasn’t handled Hunter’s case at all. What is Chuck Todd even talking about? pic.twitter.com/xkeksW4so7
— John Aravosis 🇺🇸🇬🇷🏳️🌈 ex-verif’d (@aravosis) August 13, 2023
Ready?
Go.
If I told you I had written the following...
This morning, rolling along... full of dying flu virus, I almost felt the meekest, most theoretical peek of pity for the poor Moderate Republican coming on.
Not, of course, the Fundy CHUDS who shame the good name of Christ with every breath they draw.
Not the three-toed, chittering Failed Men who make up the vast George Wallace wing of that Party...
But for the Mods...[because in a few] short years, the Moderates have lived to become everything they detest. Every word of clucking reproach they yelped in snickering glee during the [previous Democratic administration] has gotten caught up in the [following Republican administration] Treason Cyclotron, sped up to light-speed, and is now coming screaming back at them like a sack of radioactive axe-heads.
Their worst nightmare is in the process of coming true, big as a mountain in stilettos, carrying a sledgehammer in one hand and a 40-foot-long straight razor in the other, and there is not shit all they can do about it. Because everything they believed or touted or crowed about or tried to rub in our faces is in the process of coming down around their ears.
Every. Single. Thing.
...and this...
The leaders who swore to them it was all holy and justified ... are outed as a Confederacy of traitors and liars and fools.
Their pet media, nothing but perambulating pustules, refilled with hate and mendacity every night by White House messengers.
That they have never been anything to the GOP but chumps: little sacs of cash and votes and “mandate” to be squeezed dry with impunity, because Moderates are basically beat-down whores who will always go wriggling back to their abusers.
But now it’s not one thing that’s melting down; it’s everything. The serial cons that have kept the grubby Mods goggle-eyed and heroin-loyal are all falling apart simultaneously and there’s nothing but decibels left in the Shiny Object Bag to keep them from noticing the awful truth.
That their Leaders are traitors.
Their heroes are liars.
Their dogma is a joke.
Their President is a feeble-minded creep who has fucked up everything he has ever touched.
It’s as if their mothers suddenly ripped of rubber masks and have shown themselves to be the spree killers they’ve always been.
...and this...
How terrifying that must be. I mean, I’m wrong about a lot of stuff...but everything?
Every God Damned Thing?
And worse – so very much worse – not only were they utterly wrong about everyfuckingthing, but the Evil Liberals were right all along.
The big picture. The fussy details. The arithmetic. The real, racist heart of the GOP. The various myriad, casual betrayals by the ... White House.
All of it.
The Liberals were right, and the Moderates had been given no fewer than 30 years of warning that this is precisely where their idiocy would land us.
I can’t even imagine how it must feel to know at some level that your whole world is a farce, and your whole belief system is a Ponzi Scheme run on you by thugs who never gave a shit about you, or your family or your dearest peon dreams.
... after counting the tree rings, and checking the carbon dating, when - within a year or two -- would you guess I had written it?
Answer in comments or on Twitter or wherever. And then meditate on why our Never Trump allies really, really don't want to hear a mumbling word from us Dirty Disreputables of the Left.
