Now that we know that unelectable Mittens Obamneycare is pretty much certainly going to be Bob Dole, the Sequel. At least we might get the satisfaction of seeing Mr. Plastic Fantastic appearing in future Viagra commercials. Satisfying because it’s the sort of humiliation fitting for a sell-out opportunist who’ll do and say anything to get what he wants.
And if you still think he’s “electable”, then ponder this: The only, ONLY reason that he’s now the likely candidate is because he spent more than $100 million bucks sliming, defaming and carpet-bombing the media with attacks on fellow Republicans so vicious that, had he ever shown half the dedication to destroying the National Socialist Democrat Workers’ Party, our children would have to read about them in the history books. More than $100 million to scrape up just about 40% of the conservative vote.
Even assuming, just for shits and giggles, that he’d be willing to go after Ogabe the same way (and dream on if that’s what you’re thinking), we somehow don’t think he’ll be able to outspend Ogabe the same way he was able to outspend Newt and Rick. Heck, Ogabe has already opened up his website to donations from anybody and anything in the world by deliberately disabling all verification software, just like he did the last time. The same Ogabe who slandered the Supreme Court before Congress by falsely claiming and screaming about how their decision in Citizens United had “opened up the American elections to foreign funds.”
Mr. Ogabe Pot? We have Mr. Kettle on line 2. He says it’s something about you calling him black.
So now comes the time, *sigh!*, AGAIN, where good American Patriots have to figure out what to follow. Their conscience and principles or their desire to get Ogabelini out of office. Because none of us can have both. As Bill says:
Conservatives, if you vote for Mittens Romneycare come fall, I want you to understand exactly what you are doing. You are not just compromising your principles, you are absolutely trashing them. You are demonstrating that in certain situations, your principles are meaningless to you. Further, you are doing exactly as your Gentry GOP masters expect you to do, and voting for the guy with the R behind his name, just as they know you will do in your complete and sheep-like submission to their assumptions about your behavior. Baaaa….
You’re also giving them every reason to ignore you in the future, since once again they have demonstrated that they can rig the GOP nomination for their candidate, and no matter what, you will go along with that rigging when it is completed. Which makes it therefore even more difficult for conservative candidates to defeat the Gentry GOP’s crap sandwich banquet, the one they roll out every four years.
In a nutshell: If you’re a conservative and you vote for the moderate socialist Mittens Romneycare, you are betraying all your conservative principles, validating the Gentry GOP’s view of you as a sheep-like tool, and making it even more difficult to advance your own candidates and so-called principles in the future. There is no way to sugar-coat it: Vote for Mittens, and you are an unprincipled tool busily engaged in cutting your own throat.
He’s right, you know. No arguing about it. You can’t vote for a socialist-lite statist and still claim to be following your core conservative principles. You. Just. Can’t. Don’t even try, because the illogical pretzels of irrational rationalization you’d have to twist yourselves into in order to square that circle would make a ProgNazi blush with shame, if they had any.
Now, now. Put down the torches, pitchforks and firewood, because I’m not done yet, not even close. If you still want to string me up when I’m done, then have at it, but at least give me a fair hearing first.
I’m just lining up the situation here and being brutally honest. As much with myself as I am with you, and let me tell you: That ain’t easy! There is no easy way out of this one. Both choices suck, but we have to admit to ourselves what we’re doing and why we’re doing it before we make a decision, because we’re going to have to live with it.
This is not a request. This is an “if you really want to give me a fair hearing, the annoying old bastard whose website you’ve been reading for a long time, you have to.” Because I stand four-square with Bill on this one. He finally, through being brutally honest and not sugar-coating it, nor trying to pretend that it is anything less awful than what it is, managed to make ME see it clearly and make my decision. A decision I hate, but at least a decision that I can defend now that the wool is off of my eyes and I am able to admit exactly what I’m doing and why I’m doing it.
I’ll wait. If you give a shit about me, don’t go below the fold until you’re done.
Back? OK, good.
That’s how I feel too. Exactly!
Now you have the whole story. If you still detest me, then that’s fair enough. To be sure, I detest myself for it, but I also realized that I would end up doing that no matter what my decision would be.
But I knew that I had to make a decision, because not making one is also making a decision. No way out of this one.
I could hate myself for A) or I could hate myself for B). Either way, it would be a LONG time before I could look myself in the eyes and like what I saw. Or even be able to stop myself from vomiting.
I’m not “fine” with that, but it is what it is. It’s like abortion, really. Those of you who know me know where I stand on that. Abortion is never acceptable. But there are a very few (although the NSDWP always makes it sound as if all abortions are like that) select cases, a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of all abortions performed in this country, where I honestly can’t say that either option, to do or not to do, is acceptable or a “good” option. But that doesn’t absolve you from having to make a choice.
Yes, I have come to accept that voting for Mittens is a betrayal of everything that I believe in. It’s a betrayal, and it’s not in the least bit made any less horrid by the alternative. Betrayal is betrayal and I will have to own it and answer for it, no matter what the ultimate outcome is. I won’t be one of those who, if everything gets worse because of it, say “oh yes, but I couldn’t possibly have known.” I’m not a “good German.” I own that decision and I don’t like it one little bit.
But the bottom line is that I hate Ogabe and everything that his National Socialist Party stands for more than I love my core conservative principles. It’s as simple as that. Hatred. More than I love my conservative principles, I hate Ogabe and the NSDWP. I hate every single thing that he and they have done to this wonderful, proud nation that I love more than life, this nation that I gave up, willingly, every allegiance I had ever held to swear my life to and I realized that, second only to G-d, that is where my duty lies. Even if I have to commit violence against my own pride in my convictions.
It’s not easy admitting to your hatred or letting it guide you, but I have to in this case. Hatred is far too strong a feeling to let into your heart lightly. Preferably you never should. It’s the dreaded “switch” that you don’t ever want to go near because you know what happens when you flip it. You can’t un-flip it. But seeing as I have, as we all have, what ProgNazism and Ogabe have done to this nation, I have no choice.
I can do no other. G-d help me and forgive me.
If that makes other conservatives label me as a “sellout”, then they do have a point. Because I AM. I’m not going to lie to myself and pretend that I’m not, nor am I going to chastise or denigrate any of them for choosing otherwise. But I, and they, had to pick one of two impossible choices. I picked A, they picked B. I understand perfectly their reason for picking B and I will always respect them and hold them in high esteem for that. They went where their honor told them to go. So will I.
I will hold my nose in November and vote for that stinking shyster Mittens if he’s the candidate, and I will hate myself for it forever more. I will never forgive myself. I will never try to excuse it. I will have betrayed my conservative principles by doing so, and there is no way around that, because it’s true.
But I, personally, can’t choose the other option. To me, it’s worse.
Doesn’t mean I’m right. Doesn’t mean I have an excuse if or when my gradual retreat only ends up delaying the inevitable, which I really honestly believe will be the outcome, all it means is that I have finally come to terms with my own hatred of socialism and realized that I will sacrifice almost anything to fight it, even if that sacrifice means hating myself for the rest of my life, which I will.