Rick Perry. Jesus Tapdancing Christ. Seriously? Another swaggerin Texan full of himself, full of god, and full of shit? You and I may sling barbs and mud at each other over the deficit, and the unions, and the blah blah fuckin blah.
But I, that's the collective I: educated suburban white professional libertarian leaning Independent, will NEVER vote for Toxic Texan part Deux. Ever.
We may be in the middle of financial warfare, but at the end of the day, that's just a number on my tax return. The fiscal ship of state will right itself eventually. But Perry's brand of Kentucky Fried bible humping is a horse of a different color. Young earth, intelligent design, fag bashing, war mongering, science denying ignorance. Nay, stupidity.
Win me over. Hit these fucks over the head with the culture war. People are worried sick over our national debt, and the lefts insistence that none of it matters is going down like a lead balloon. To wit the continued popularity of the tea party. But on the other stuff, the barometer is clear: everything from legal pot to gay marriage is inexorably moving towards liberalization.
The drums may beat only the sound of fiscal calamity, but lots of us are still concerned with personal freedoms. Freedom to marry. Freedom of reproductive choice. Freedom from extra-judicial incarceration. Freedom from medieval theocracy.
Fly THAT flag, and guys like me will forget about the rest.