I am far past sick of it. Yes, yes, yes, those mean old Republicans, and the media, take potshots at the Dems, oftentimes unfair potshots, but it happens over and over again. Of course, they usually use some version of the truth, and it’s all very predictable, like the sun rising in the east. Hell, a lot of the time they do it to each other. It’s not the attacks that I’m sick of though, it’s the whining. Sniveling, snot-nosed punks, the Democratic Party and their wholly owned “activists” in the blahhhgs cry and piss and moan over and over again, like the runt nursing his bloody nose behind the gym after his latest beating on the playground.
Shut up all ready. This is politics, not a gentleman’s debating society following ossified rules, with each side reading off of their little stack of point/counter-point notecards. This is politics, this is big money and big influence and people’s lives and hopes and opportunities up for grabs. It’s a real battle, war sublimated into a mess of rules and words and cash and raised voices. It’s a contest with high stakes, and like war if you really want to win then you have to go into it willing to fight, to take some losses while responding by taking a chunk out of your enemy’s hide.
Despite a long friendship, Adams and Jefferson and their partisans launched vicious attacks at each other, both in their campaigns and during each other’s time in office. There was NEVER a time when the various sides duking it out over national policy didn’t fight dirty, never. They may have used flowery words about how they respected each other, but these were just gloves they slipped on to keep their knuckles from splitting when they smacked their opponent in his teeth.
People think the Dems are weak because they act weak. Refuse to defend your military service when it’s challenged by releasing your medical records, like Kerry did. Give bloodless, wonky, long-winded answers about policy when someone asks an offensive question about your wife being raped, like Dukakis did. Sit there like a halting grinning fool when Chris Matthews says right to your face that your wife has you by the balls, as John Edwards did. Cower, whimper, complain that your questioner or opponent is mean … that behavior reinforces the idea that you won’t stand up for anyone, not even your own spouse. The more you complain, the worse it gets. When the hateful radicals on the right attack your constituents, respond by telling those constituents to shut up and not expect any overt support, for fear that the right will attack again.
This is the behavior of cowards. This is the behavior of submissive, spineless weaklings who fear the next punch, kick or harsh word. This is the behavior of losers.
Quit whining, silly little Donks, unless of course you’re secretly happy with the way this country is being run. Frankly, for many of you, for Clinton, Schumer, Emmanuel, Reid and so many of the rest of you, one can only conclude that you secretly wish that you could be running with the bullies. You don’t want to fight, or else you would be.
If you went to school at a madrassa, get it out there at the front, before it looks like you wanted to hide it. Stand up, dammit, stand up and fight. The right is full of wife-beaters, thieves, liars, cheats, hypocrites, racists, homophobes, closet-cases … start going after them, if you actually give a damn and want to win.
Sadly, though, we know that you won’t, because you don’t care about the increasing nightmare this country is becoming. You’re on board with imperial mass murder. You’re on board with declining opportunity for success for increasing numbers of Americans. You’re just fine with children living in poverty, with women dying in childbirth for lack of access to healthcare, with increasing ignorance and rapacious corporate raping of the overheating planet. You don’t fight because you know that if you take your shots, the bullies will let you follow along with their pack, maybe even let you play once in a while. You LIKE being subservient to the greedy racist, nativist, bloodthirsty monsters who run this country.
What else can we think BUT those things, as you shuffle and sniffle and whine?
