Oh what fun it has been watching the left melt down in the wake of last Tuesday’s primary elections.
With what they deem dangerous, rightwing nutjobs – and certainly anyone endorsed by Sarah Palin and/or the Tea Party – emerging victorious, often at the expense of “moderate” incumbents expected to glide onto their respective ballots, liberal elites have been shrieking and stomping so violently, I expect at any moment they will simultaneously pop clusters of veins.
When not shrieking and stomping, they wag their fingers at us from their political offices, from television screens and from computer monitors, warning us how dangerous that oh-so-ignorant-racist-intolerant Tea Party is, and how destructive it will prove to be to our conservative cause and to the republican party at large. Their concern for our cause simply evidence of their own panic, they as usual choose to address only half of the story. Mainstream republicans received a smackdown of their own last week, the conservative victories illustrating for them once more that we the people will no longer tolerate a republican party that is nothing but a weak and appeasing photocopy of the left.
Their desperation in fever pitch, the left has now laughably even played the “witch” card against newly minted Delaware republican senatorial candidate Christine O’Donnell. So enmeshed in their own hysteria, they are, much to our amusement, grasping for any and every possible straw in their mission to vilify and demonize the Tea Party.
I do not at all regret to inform them, however, that it’s too late. The momentum begun with the elections of November, 2009, that brought us, among others, rising conservative star New Jersey pitbull Governor Chris Christie, has spun out of control, and I’d say, thankfully, there’s no turning back.
Even in my own extremely blue corner of the country, entire blocks of flags are seen flying on homes – many atop newly erected flagpoles – some demanding “Don’t Tread on Me.” Check out the bumper stickers, too, my most recent serpent-adorned favorite seen on a car next to me in a parking lot today: “Liberty or death. Don’t tread on me.” I saw that and grinned the same grin I see on people everywhere these days. It’s the grin of the momentum that we all hope and suspect is unstoppable. November 2nd can’t come soon enough.






The Clintons Smell Blood in the Water
September 22, 2010 | Comments (0)In the midst of the foolish, severely misguided revelry, friends and I, knowing full well that a great disaster had just occurred, commented on that very day, that we all knew Hillary was making plans. She and her husband had no intention of stepping down from their exalted positions in their party and slinking silently into the dark night. My own prediction on that day: Hillary would bide her time for a year or two, attempt to build a more distinctive profile, and as Obama began his inevitable decline, she and her husband would make their move.
I have a feeling the speed at which Obama’s star has taken its plunge has surprised even the Clintons. But we know they have been prepared to pounce from day one. Catching the distinct scent of blood on the political landscape, they have begun their attack.
Though her political philosophy essentially mirrors Obama’s, Hillary, as devoted Secretary of State, has not carried the water for the President as loyally and silently as I would guess he would like. She recently suggested, for example, that the national debt is a great danger to our country; no need to mention that her boss is the chief architect of that debt. And out of the shadows emerges Bill, seemingly everywhere these days, warning of the dangers of Obamacare, the Tea Party and voter unrest, using his mere presence and the familiar twinkle in his eye as a message to loyal followers that if they play their cards right, the Clintons could once again occupy the White House.
Ever observant of Obama’s frequent fumbles, I wager Hillary and her husband are checking the calendar daily to determine the optimum date for Madam Secretary to relinquish her office. I foresee a heartfelt speech, with perhaps a tear or two, about her sacrifice and her need to seek her party’s nomination once more for the good of the nation.
But this is not 2008. That blood-stained landscape has changed, the electorate is inflamed, and even Bill has acknowledged that there is another shark circling right now, a shark that presents a great danger to his party. Her name is Sarah Palin, perhaps the most powerful woman in the country right now – her endorsements proving to be far more potent than Bill’s and Hillary’s, and of course Obama’s, combined. No matter what Sarah’s aspirations may be beyond conservative kingmaker, she, unlike Hillary, got where she is on her own, not on the coattails of a philandering, charismatic hound dog. About now, I imagine she is causing some sleepless nights for that hound dog and his wife.