The popular radio talk show host rails on and on about GOP incompetence — about how Republicans can’t seem to read the tea leaves — that they seem oblivious to reality — the reality that leading GOP Presidential candidates are outsiders — that every poll result rejects the GOP Beltway occupants in favor of candidates who would actually be reformers of a broken system. Unless they learn a lesson and learn it quickly, he said, the party is destined for indefinite minority status and members of the GOP Establishment will languish and remain irrelevant. Unless they wake up, they are destined to wring their hands with regret. He’s wrong, of course. He’s wrong because GOP Establishment types don’t think anything’s wrong with the system and don’t fear losing. Not really. After all, they stood shoulder to shoulder with their Demo counterparts to build the system. The Federal monstrosity they created is the type of beast that would make Dr. Frankenstein proud, shouting “It’s alive, it’s alive.” Don’t misunderstand. The GOP will always want to gain power and run the show. Who doesn’t want to sit on the throne and wield influence, gain favor and secure greater individual wealth? But if they lose to the Clinton Crime Family, you can be certain there would be no remorse and no wretched recriminations. The GOP boys and girls will still be members of the privileged Beltway Club; they will feed from the same trough; they will remain members of the Ruling Class, in or out of power. What the vast majority of Americans have failed to grasp is that Washington has, for all intents and purposes, a One Party System. We the people think that competition between GOP and DEMO rivals is some sort of honorable, principled ideological war — big government vs limited government; capitalism vs socialism; individual rights vs collective outcome; welfare state vs free enterprise, etc. Nothing of the sort. Not close. In reality, Ruling Class principles, if any exist, play second fiddle to self interest. And ethics (say what?) nearly always surrenders to incumbency and expediency. Regardless of lofty campaign rhetoric, the overwhelming majority of Congressmen have no intention of rocking their cushy boats and they are quick to rebuke any upstart who dares threaten derailing their yummy gravy train. So it’s no surprise that a handful of GOP firebrands are now in giant cross-hairs, not only of the Ruling Class, but also of career bureaucrats, corporate lobbyists, pundit consultants, special interest PACS, Big Media, Big Business and the rest of the pilot fish that feed off the Washington Leviathan. One firebrand excoriated his own party and its leader. Another said he would go it alone because he didn’t need or want to lie in bed with anyone. But don’t get your hopes up. Because here’s another dose of reality — if an axe-wielding, outsider Republican happens to win the Presidency, with a GOP controlled Congress, don’t be offended or astonished when nothing happens and nothing goes away. Not ObamaCare, not the IRS, not crony capitalism, not runaway welfare, not Planned Parenthood, not the Iran deal, not immigration reform, not energy independence, not a balanced budget and definitely not one dollar of national debt. You’ve been brainwashed, dummy — year in and out. The GOP platform, as trumpeted by the RNC, is nothing more than a perennial smokescreen. It feeds the loyal base what they want to hear and builds a war chest — for what? To feed the GOP gentry who does what it always does and does very well — dance the Washington two-step — win or lose.
Nobody makes it through Life without at least as many failures as successes. In fact, you’d be delighted to make it through a single day without a stumble. But if you do fall flat, you pray the gaffe is only self-inflicted — a one-car accident, so to speak. Sadly, some of your failures have been nothing short of indelible. They simply don’t wash away with time. Uninvited, they visit you often, just show up any time of the day or night, without warning, like Cousin Eddie in Christmas Vacation. Unfortunately, you’ve never been as astonishingly resilient as Clark Griswold. Just grit your teeth behind that fake smile. No, you tend to brood. And you reserve your power brooding for the King of Failures — for the worst of your umpteen bad mistakes — for that one mistake that will live in infamy — the day you willingly sent a rather sizable check to a national political candidate. That one imbecilic act forever changed your life. That one act distributed your name, home address, email address, phone numbers and other personal data to a vast army of demographic analysts and fundraisers. Don’t be surprised if your name and number show up above urinals at highway rest stops. Your stupidity has condemned you to an avalanche of cards, letters, surveys, emails and calls. Your name and address are printed everywhere — on envelopes, at least half a dozen times on attachments, and twice on the carefully designed card that begs you for money. All the messages are urgent, critical. The NRC is especially repugnant with its ubiquitous “opinion and issues surveys.” These “exclusive,” coded documents arrive weekly, advising that you’ve been selected as an Official Survey Delegate. God, what recognition. Why, an old person could pee on himself in exultation. Then, thousands of emails remind you that each of the 400 GOP candidates running for President must have your support — send $13 today. The Governor of your own State sends you heartwarming, personal notes about his great progress; but he can continue doing the good work only with your continued backing — $100, $50, $25 (fill in the blank). Suddenly, your Senators and Representatives remember your name and promise, with your generous support, they will damn well get done what they couldn’t get done in the past, oh, six years. A fundraiser will not be denied. You can return the SASE and its contents with cryptic, even vicious messages; only to reach sightless eyes. You’re on the list, you see; you’re in the database; you have a profile — an analysis of your psychographic, psychogenic, psychosocial, psychometric, psychologic and psychotropic tendencies. Your IP address is up for grabs. Unlike the Godmother of the Clinton Crime Family, you don’t have a private server. Big Brother and all his relatives know what you read, what you watch and what you write. You may not write another check, but no matter; that nag is out of the barn. The bad news is you did indeed reach the pinnacle of stupidity; the good news is that now you can relax and do whatever dumb thing makes you happy. Gotta decide who gets the $13.
Across this great land, millions of capable men and women raise the bar of civilization. Some of them — many thousands — are world beaters. Visionary thinkers who see the possible. Scientists who advance knowledge. Teachers who inspire excellence. Engineers and tradesmen and marketers and business developers who build commerce and infrastructure. Artists who inspire. Surgeons who heal. Civic leaders and theologians who seek good will. Musicians who enthrall. Athletes who entertain. Soldiers who sacrifice. Millions upon millions of players on the world stage, each through a life’s work, each raising the bar a micrometer. And as they go about their business, in the cause of simple humanity, asking for no recognition, their country is under siege by special interest thugs — specious thought police, a decadent and degenerate media, social militant gangs and a corrupt federal Government, mired in a polluted swamp of its own making. Somehow, America’s silent majority has allowed the least worthy, the least able and the least moral to occupy the people’s houses. Meanwhile, the best, most accomplished and most honorable of us sit quietly on the sidelines, pointing fingers, evidently waiting for Divine Intervention, waiting for a white (or black) knight or the Hand of God. You are left to wonder when God left town. When morality became contemptible. When goodness became badness, and badness became goodness. When The Truth was discarded like putrid trash and The Lie worshiped like a primitive idol. When ignorance became admired and accomplishment belittled. When simple decency was simply lost. Astonishingly, in this catawampus country, people you know will vote for a criminal — a woman who broke the law she promised to obey — a woman who, with premeditation, committed High Crimes. But instead of occupying a prison cell, she may well occupy the Oval Office originally sullied by her husband. If elected, she will become the first First Lady to reign over a First Husband, a circumstance that doubtless will prompt universal laughter. If elected, America will venerate its first Crime Family. That’s a peachy prospect, isn’t it? Hollywood will rejoice. Scads of other criminals in Government will utter sighs of relief. America’s enemies will drool. American women at abortion clinics will click their heels in triumph. Aborted lives won’t know the difference. Vince Foster will roll over. The Black community will wait and wait and wait for things to get better — again. The GOP and NRC will rev up the printing presses to mail surveys to gauge public opinion — and raise money — for the 2020 campaign when they promise, by God, to uphold The Constitution and hold their peers accountable — again. And the silent majority will continue to sit quietly in horror as they watch the President and First Man stand together at the podium, with those famous Cheshire grins, as if to say, “What a bunch of fools you are.” Some of us don’t need to be told.