Posted by
Norman on Friday, March 14, 2008 11:29:57 PM
I have been taking great delight in watching Barry Silvertongue and the Hillosaurus-Hex bury daggers in each other. Hillybilly is better at it than Barack, but he's a quick study, and is especially adept at verbal ju-jitsu, as with his "If I'm not ready to answer the phone at 3 a.m., then why am I ready to be Hillary's Vice-President?" Not exactly Clarence Darrow, but compared to Hillary!'s shrieking and cackling, and McCainiac's repeated, public failures at Anger Management 101, Mr. B. Hussein looks like a cross between Churchill and Ronaldus Magnus.
I'm not particularly given to schadenfreude, but to see the Democrat party tear itself apart over race and gender is just too delicious. They've been lecturing us racist, bigoted, misogynistic homophobes on the right for years, and now they're whining over being subjected to the same attacks, by each other!
Sometimes, when I just sit quietly and think about it, I start laughing and can't stop for a while. If I didn't already believe in God, seeing those pompous, nattering nabobs of nanny-statism swinging overhead, caught in their own leg snares, would have brought me around.
Of particular note here is Geraldine "Not a Mafia Wife" Ferraro. As a native New Yorker, I remember well the excitement generated by her nomination as Mondale's Veep back in 1984. I scratched my head as the liberals all around me gushed about how this was going to be a watershed event--the first female VP. I marveled at the naivete of such self-styled sophisticates. Yes, indeed, how could the second fiddle to arguably the worst President ever lose when he had the help of a politically inexperienced radical feminist with Mafia ties?
This was my first introduction to liberal "wish fulfillment" fantasies. There was no way that ticket was going to win, and of course the left is still smarting 24 years later from the enormity of the Reagan landslide. I was surprised only by the magnitude of the Mondale/Ferraro defeat, but many of the people around me were literally in shock.
This taught me one of my first important political lessons: Liberals live in a fantasy world of their own making--populated by fairies with ladles full of NEA grants and money for midnight basketball, as well as conservative ogres who take candy from babies, before eating them. So, quite naturally, liberals lash out like little children when the big, bad ogre keeps their wishes from coming true.
Every whining adolescent needs a "mean, nasty, stupid" parent to blame. What's such a delight about the current racial/gender quagmire on the left is that they can't blame it on the ultimate dumb daddy, George W. Bush. I can't remember the last time the political process gave me this much unadulterated joy!
Now Genial Gerry has been thrown under Hillary!'s bus for calling Obama, in effect, an affirmative action candidate. Blacks, especially black women, are now bemoaning those "racist, white feminists," while Hillary! is defending herself from charges of racism!
How could it GET any better? The liberals are hoisting each OTHER on their respective petards. It is truly a joy to see. An absolute marvel.
Every day I wake up, and it's Christmas all over again . . .