I
have enjoyed the Cheshire cat position of favoring Trump because I assumed his
candidacy would cause the dysfunctional Republican Party to implode. No more.
After
the February 25th “debate” and the endless playground rhetoric culminating with
last night’s March 3rd fecal assault on this Nation and the World, I
can no longer take it. All four of these men are repulsive, nauseating, vile,
abhorrent, detestable, gut-wrenching….am I missing something?
Moreover,
the sty in which these human swine have chosen to wallow is equally repugnant.
That would include “conservative” media, notably Conservative talk radio, and
that supportive portion of the Republican electorate which has more in common
with David Duke and reality TV than any historical Republican laurels.
Although
it might be reduced to the level of titter and twitter, the seminal moment in
last night’s debate came early. During
the past week or so Marco Rubio, et al, had decided to have his campaign go
Trump. I felt it wasn’t working because in doing so he appeared even less
Presidential than he did before, were that possible. I should have known better, although I
believe I remained half-right.
Rubio’s
team decided they needed to take the Donald down. However, intentional or not,
they decided to employ kamikaze tactics.
If their goal was to goat Trump’s ego into self-destruction they may
have succeeded, even if Marco’s candidacy went down in flames doing so. All the normal insults weren’t working so
they were trying hair color, facial makeup, cowardly incontinence, and (what
the hell…might as well go all the way) penis size.
So
there we have it. Trump could not resist, I guess no more than Rubio could. This
time the messenger deserved to be shot, but Trump decided instead to defend his
penis to the world. There was no problem (there),
he said, “…I guarantee it”. I wish I knew Latin, because there’s got to be some ancient
pithy quote out there that puts all this together.
So
now we’re faced with should we believe
him? Forget about his tax returns,
we need some objective verification on the size of Trump's manhood. Polling amongst his numerous significant others
(married or otherwise) might work.
Instead of bland numbers, the Republican electorate would probably
prefer check-off boxes with pictures; cucumber, banana, jalapeƱo, or wine cork
for example. Is he circumcised or not, and does that make a difference? What about Marco and the other two contenders,
how do they compare? There are just
so many questions that need to be answered.
Well,
I’m not going to wait for the answers to those critical questions, any more
than I could lift my eyes to the TV last night as I heard what I heard.
I
long ago lost respect for the current Republican Party, its racially bias
obsession with undermining the Obama Administration to the point of sacrificing
any kind of national wellbeing. The issue
of health care alone strips that party of any credibility as representatives of
the Nation as a whole. But now I have also lost any charitably opinion for
those in the general electorate who are duped by these self-interested egos.
The
sports team mentality toward politics now governing the Republican Party and
its supporters, which benefits only the team owners, deserves no consideration…at
least not on my part. The Democrats had better get their act together because hope is no longer a word in the GOP
lexicon, and with post-Obama Dems it’s on life-support.
We’re
a Nation that desperately needs that little boy to step out of the crowd and
point out that the Emperor has no clothes.
Someone of consequence has to convince an electorate that these
Republican candidates are all stark naked, that their imaginary garbs will do
nothing to improve the lives of the American people, and that the Party they
represent has lost its grip on reality. However, it will do no good if in the
revelation of that nudity the Republican electorate is only interested in the parts
that are displayed.