“I have a great relationship with the blacks.”
No matter how much they scream their indignant denials, and without regard to how sincere and utterly lacking insight or self-awareness those denials might be, the simple truth is that anyone who questions the President’s place of birth and elegibility to hold office is a stone racist.
This is the pathetic truth of Republican Strategy all the way back to Nixon…and well before.
They were warned by Liberals that shaking loose the ignorant racists via the Southern Strategy; that poking white fear over immigration, lying about taxes, and lubricating America’s backdoor for the unfettered pleasure of corporate greed would have ugly consequences – that, sooner or later, begging mouth breathers for support by promising to protect fetuses, run all the busboys and farm workers out of town, and make the government stop keepin’ Real Murcans down would turn ugly when the bills came due.
And all of those warnings, among many others, have now come true. Those who pay the piper are calling the tune, and the GOP is now faced with a slate of candidates that are precisely the emergent symptoms of craven policy: Palin, Bachmann, Barbour, Gingrich, Santorum – a wagon load of theocratic fuckwits whose only appeal is to the backward, inbred, uneducated, knuckle-dragging Jebus freaks that pray before velvet paintings of Ronald Reagan, rejoice in misspelled racist NoBama posters, and gobble down every twisted lie hoarked up by World Net Daily with all the critical thinking of cliff bound lemmings.
While Bill Buckley spins in his grave, and Boehner and Cantor keep doubling down on their trusty old system of card counting even though the deck has been changed, someone had the bright idea that all they really needed was a counterweight – someone to make their three-ring circus seem attractive by setting up a tent full of true freaks on the next lot. Enter The Donald.
Bad Hair, too much money, public divorces, a true tit-job horn dog, a slum lord who went broke running a CASINO! His divorces make Gingrich look better by comparison; his reality show makes Palin’s look better by comparison; his rampant Birtherism makes ANYONE who simply says, “I take the President at his word” look better by comparison…
But, like almost every move made by the Republicans over the past thirty years, their myopic sense of the game and desperate faith in wrong headed principles backfires in at least two ways: It never achieves the end they want, and it’s bad for America.
At least for the moment, this attempt to make their pathetic slate of “candidates” appear reasonable next to a blathering clown is failing spectacularly: The clown is running neck and neck at the front of the pack, forcing anyone who wants to draw the yokels into the MAIN tent to put on floppy shoes and a big red nose.
The result of this fucking backward bullshit is clear: Come time to square up against the President in the general election, whoever winds up carrying the GOP banner will have traces of grease paint all over their face, a gait adopted from dancing around in size 42 shoes, a flower on their lapel that randomly spurts gobs of idiot jizz, and the unenviable task of then having to appeal to independents, Hispanics, blacks, the unemployed, the uninsured and the foreclosed. Meanwhile, the entire audience lured into the Freak Tent will be wondering what the hell happened to the big red nose, the wig and the bucket of confetti. They fucking well PAID for a bucket of confetti and face load of idiot jizz!
They will blame ACORN.