This is just me. These are my simple thoughts on this simple subject. Others have different thoughts. I am well aware that I intend to directly contend with a specific thought first thought by the owner of this very blogsite. That this is possible, Markos, I am grateful, but I intend to continue.
The mind/body feel whats it feels. Mine feels nauseated when I ponder the phrase "President Rick Santorum." It's just a twinge, and it doesn't always happen. I strive to recognize the direction of the train of thought, especially when it's steaming through Electoral Politics Land and it starts to veer toward Right Wing Fundamentalist Bigotry Town. I'll quickly start thinking about kittens or fluffy bunnies or halo and everything is ok. I move on.
And then I turn on the TV AHHHHH!!! Haha campaign commercials suck.
I digress. Back to the point below the fold.
The reason I won't ever ever vote for Rick Santorum, that I, in fact, want him to lose the primary in my state, is that I feel ill when I think about it. It's not logical, it's not practical in the electoral sense, I suppose, beyond the fact that I don't like nausea, or fear, with my politics. It's really not any more or less complicated than that. It will mean little to me what names you describe me with as a result of this. My stomach is more powerful to me than you are.
I want Rick Santorum to lose the Michigan primary. I want him to lose any hopes of gaining political power to any further degree than he already possesses (technically none, I believe), and I want his constituency and potential constituency to lose any hopes of same. I want him to fade into the pages of history, the funny papers that was.
I want Rick Santorum to lose the Michigan primary.
As a citizen of Michigan I want him to lose.
As a citizen of the United States I want him to lose.
As a card-carrying member of the human race I want him to lose.
As a Democrat I want him to lose.
As an upholder of democracy, dirty tricks allowed (when necessary), I want him to lose.
To me this man's continued rise, considering all possible scenarios from this point forward, scares me worse than anything I've ever felt. I mean that sincerely. There are things for which a .1% percent chance is many thousand times too great.
As for Mittens, Obama is going to wipe the floor with him, Frothy or no Frothy, just the same as Obama would indeed do to Frothy himself. As for Frothy being the better face for the failure of the Republican Party, I think the social side of that Party failed miserably decades ago, and I think Americans are coming around smoothly to that.
What I think we are severely deficient in is the rejection of the notion that wealth is the pinnacle of success, capability and happiness.