This is a plea to Democrats:
For the love of God, for the love of peach cobbler, well-steeped Earl Grey tea, friendly, stupid dogs, overcast autumn days, and most of all, as Ricky of the Trailer Park Boys would say, for the love of fuck, attack Miers.
Don't do it just because she's ludicrously underqualified. Don't do it just because you wiffed on Roberts. Don't do it just because the chorus of right-wing disapproval has made this a safely non-partisan issue.
Do it for us. Do it for your fans. You know us, we're the people you continually disappoint.
We're loyal, more or less, but just like being an LA Clippers fan, it ain't easy. We've sat back and watched you and the MSM treat this criminally incompetent administration with kid gloves soaked in baby oil and covered with a thick coating of feathers. We've listened while leaders we respect, like Senator Obama, tell us that we need to learn the art of compromise, even while it seems to us that we are slowly but surely compromising this country into the ground.
Here's the thing: we don't necessarily need you to win. But damnit, we absolutely, resolutely, need you to fight. This is one of those "energize the base" issues. Frankly, we need to know there are still people like us out there, doing things like fighting for the America we all still believe in.
So that was the plea. Here's the warning: we hate Bush, but we still need motivation to get out, campaign and vote. And up to now, frankly, you've been about as motivating as beige paint. Trust me, the opportunities for you to get us reved up before 2006 are dwindling.
But hey, don't take me advice. Keep napping. There's always 2008, right?