I don't have any money left to move so I thought about Ron Paul and that if I had a dollar for every 'gentleman's club' in his home district I would be a millionaire. I think that Crystal Balz and Tiffany Gold are on his election committee, but only from 11pm to 2am.
Occupy!!
If you wanted to see if New Mexico’s Steve Pearce would make a good president, you might use his home district as a barometer. What’s our unemployment rate? How do we treat our local environment? How do we treat animals? The elderly? The education of our children? You would drive around CD2 and see high rates of alcoholism, mining degradation, our fracking morass on the eastside of the state (and up north) , our treatment of ‘illegals’, and the general outrage of our local Redneckia at anything beneficial to mankind and the natural world. This district elects this guy because he actually represents the ‘values’ of the majority in this district, which is, in a word, sad. Democratic, but sad. It is also Darwinian evolution at work. In the not too distant future, our two headed children with a shortened lifespan will be able to thank Congressman Pearce for their inability to hold a spoon or cast a ballot. Then maybe, and only then, will he not be elected.
With this experiential logic in mind, I remember the drive from Bay City, Texas to Victoria, basically the length of Ron Paul’s district in Texas. From the southern Houston suburbs to the strip clubs of Galveston, there is no more toxic, polluted, obese, and ignorant part of my home state of Texas than Mr. Paul’s district. And the citizens of that district have faithfully elected Mr. Paul to represent their interests since the Divine Intervention of Ronald Reagan, some 1.2 million dog years ago, and they have done nothing but grow fatter and more poisoned in the interim. The basic fear is that Ron Paul will do for the country what he has not helped to undo in his home district. He is now and has always been, nothing more than my grandfather on acid.
Audit the Fed, turn lead into gold, nuke regulations (What could possibly be wrong with letting children under 18 smoke cigarettes?), get government out of our lives (unless you’re a woman, then we want complete control of your uterus, especially if Uncle Nutty cornered you behind the barn, got frisky, and now you’re ‘with child’), these are but a few of the ideas on Paul’s wish list for America. As long as he remains a Republican bottom tier candidate, he’s harmless enough. But Republicans are having a veritable feeding frenzy for the bottom of the barrel. It used to be a struggle to see who was the most corrupt. Now it’s who’s the craziest. May they will all be declared the winners they are.
I remember a Republican Party that participated in the democratic process. I remember a time when their heroes didn’t advocate shooting liberals in the head on national television and radio (live long and prosper, Gabby), and when anyone who would be so rude as to call a Professor from Harvard a ‘socialist whore’ would be ostracized from the Party for being sub-human. Not anymore. These attitudes are advocated and embraced by the current uncarnation of the Republican Party. Being politically fetid is the new black.
If somehow the power would be bestowed on me to sit in a room and hammer out deals on Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid, national defense, and government budgets for almost anything, I could do it with almost anybody because I know that this system, as it is with any system, is far from perfect, and that compromise isn’t weakness, and strengthening by folding and refolding your positions forges them into something stronger, in the same way you strengthen steel for the finest blades. But for us, no blade passes through the bullshit that seems to have formed itself around every issue and we are left with the continuing dissolution of all things nationally sacred.
Democrats don’t have all the answers. Nobody does. But I assure you that, when the smoke of the electoral process clears, President Barack Obama will still be standing as the Commander and Chief of the republic, as imperfect and problem ridden as the country he represents, and Ron Paul will get an apartment in the dustbin of history along with Anderson and Perot. Maybe they could get together with Palin, Bachman, and Cain and have a tea party in the clubhouse. Wouldn’t that be something?
Hedgehog, anyone?
Rearnheart
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