It’s refreshing to hear a political figure speak in plain English, and it’s nice to see the GOP plutocrats sweat a little for a change. It probably won’t matter in the long run. They still own the country bait, rod, and angler, but it’s a little cause for laughter in our ever-darkening world of shit. It also offers a fortifying dose of Schadenfreude, which is the only pleasure a lot of us can afford these days.
It’s a shame this is occurring when so many people don’t have the time or the luxury to sit back and savor it. They’re too busy suffocating under the wreckage and rubble created by the policies of above mentioned GOP (with the full connivance and cooperation of Democrats, of course). The peasants in the Republican party are rebelling against the country club millionaires and billionaires who actually control it. Call it the NASCAR-Augusta schism, or the trailer park vs. the penthouse, or Dirt Street vs. Wall Street, or the Book of Deuteronomy vs. Atlas Shrugged. There’s a real possibility the Republican party could splinter apart. I doubt it, but it’s possible. No doubt they’ll rally around the eventual nominee, whomever it turns out to be, in order to expel the African socialist from the White House. Still, I chanced to hear Limbaugh the other day, and he spent a lot of time railing against the Republican “establishment.” At any rate, he doesn’t seem real happy with Romney.
It’s really a beautiful thing. For some reason, I’m thinking about a pterodactyl and a tyrannosaurus rex, locked together in mortal combat as they sink into a bubbling tar pit. Volcanoes are erupting in the distance. The sky is black with sulfurous smoke. A cleansing meteorite is on the way. Twilight of the Lost World …
But I guess that would just be too good, huh?