A president who lost the popular election but won the gerrymander-tilted electoral college and became president. Millions voted against the winner because of his transparent inability to govern wisely, to hire dumb asses and a potential for corruption that was uncomfortably obvious. To a majority of the electorate Donald Trump was never the man for the job.
So now what about this absurd behavior of the current crop of so-called republican statesmen and stateswomen?
Am I now justified in a declaration that I may never vote for a republican again?
It’s awfully tempting.
Imagine, if you will, that the national Republican marionettes posturing and campaigning by sitting on their asses letting a moral coward call the shots and taking marching orders from blindly partisan-at-all-costs American traitors like Mitch McConnell.
So maybe I COULD say that I’d never vote for a Republican again … never!
But then I don’t believe in committing to the irrevocable unless I’m looking into my wife’s eyes.
Despite having moved out of the Dem party and feeling more comfortable as a conservatively liberal or liberally conservative independent (all labels are self-promoting anyway, eh?), I’m tempted to not vote for a republican ever
okay … not any of the current crop … ever.
Well, marriage with Democrats has not proven to be all it was supposed to be. But at least a vote in their direction wouldn’t be wasted. The next national election will be won or lost by Democrats who will or won’t find a way to separate themselves from a Reflublican bunch of self-interested and traitorous crooks; doofuses who remain too stupid to disassociate themselves from the man who will forever be the national presidential joke.
I’m astounded and embarrassed for them, each and every one of them. Especially embarrassing are those whose votes have dissed our minorities, dissed our poor, dissed any kind of intellectual, dissed my family. They have certainly dissed any nobility behind the actions of those who are serving their country more nobly than its politicians.
Today’s crop of Republicans, lead by Trump himself, are the ultimate patriotic wimps. You know it and I know it.
As for who has the votes to override the President? That rationale has never been an argument of persuasive power unless you assume that the job of shutting down the president’s agenda is doable and necessary.
I personally voted with the expectation that we would send warriors to Washington who would fight tooth and nail, who would be willing to win inch by inch – continually forcing Trump into a confrontation with his own lies, ignorance and arrogance.
… continually tempting him to risk his popularity by shutting down government according to the dictates of Hannity, Coulter and Limbaugh. Trump is left to speechify and re-speechify until his republican flying monkeys became totally and self-consciously overwhelmed in shame and chagrin.
I didn’t support sending a few politicians to Washington to cast a few votes and call it done. I sent them to a bar fight with broken beer bottles, night sticks and a stubborn insistence on winning even if all the tables and chairs are overturned and smashed.
I didn’t vote to send in bean-counters … er, I mean … vote counters, who would keep their great coats buttoned shut and their pistols holstered until they had 60 guns.
Besides, that kind of gentleman’s override vote would have been anti-climactic and unsatisfying. I wanted to see more greed, hypocrisy and political self-interest revealed over the course of the bar fight.
I had hopes there would be more Republicans than Democrats with egg or something smellier on their kissers, but definitely sour-mugged villains standing in the glare of public awareness.
But now, I guess I’ll have to take any house-cleaning these political janitors can manage since all they seem to be interested in is janitoring.
Just don’t you believe that their spines will only be straight and strong if or when they have their 60 coward-removing ball-brassing votes.
That’s not very much gumption and not enough determination to get rid of the American version of Oil Can Henry and cowards terrified by Maga-ites if you ask me. Their kind won’t go away with a vote unless they can see and hear an outraged American electorate spitting in their direction and cursing the day they were first voted in.
Then, the message will have been sent.
Heck, maybe if the electorate took that kind of action, the spineless would get their 60 votes and could proceed with their little hankies un-mussed.
This American Veteran declares that impeachment should be on the table
… and on a plate more sizzling than fajitas.