You wonder why there are no great Republican politicians? Because Republicans eat their own. Ted Kennedy, the greatest womanizer since, well, since Bobby and Jack, cheats on his vows continuously until the day he dies. And notice our flags flying half-mast in honor of that POS’s passing? And you ingnorant hillbilly’s down in SC want to impeach your Governor for a single indiscretion with one woman? Kennedy beat that weekly, almost daily.
Some idiot Senator from Utah takes a “wide-stance” in a men’s room, and Republicans are apopolectic and demand his resignation. Barney Frank makes a living being a dumbass queer and he gets celebrated, and elevated to Chairman of the House Financial Services Committee.
Sen. Ted Stevens supposedly under-pays for some improvements to his house, and Republicans demand his resignation. When the corruptness of his prosecution because apparent to all, and the case against him is thrown out, Republicans lay back and take it. Rep. William Jefferson hides $100,000 of bribes in his freezer and Democrats stand by their man until he gets hauled off in handcuffs.
When Bill Clinton was committing perjury, the Democrats attacked the Special Prosecutor, claimed that “nobody get’s prosecuted for perjury,” and otherwise idolized and supported their President. But when Scooter Libby remembered things (that happened a year earlier) differently than some liberal reporter did, suddenly people do get prosecuted for perjury. And gutless GWB fails to pardon him.
Here is a clue you idiot Republicans. You get no credit for doing the right thing, for purging your ranks of the hypocrites, the sinners and the law-breakers. You don’t win votes by holding yourselves to a higher standard. (HINT: Which party controls the White House, the Senate and the House of Representatives?) I’ll take a womanizing, drunk, born with a silverspoon in mouth man who fights to defend the American Way, who is fiscally and socially conservative, over a perfect prissy little punk who waffles and wants to compromise with Democrats any day of the week.
“Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. [You KNOW, the Constitution, that document that liberals spend their lives trying to destroy and undermine!?]
“Now we are engaged in a great civil war, [the fucking liberals are trying to destroy our great country,] testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. [yes, we are in a war. Don’t shoot your generals. Support them. If they need to be replaced because they aren’t fighting enough, if they side with the enemy, ala John McCain and Arlen Specter, THEN shoot them and throw them off the bus. But don’t let the enemy have the satisfaction of determining who our leaders will be.] We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this…”
Fuck being nice. Fuck being proper. Fuck holding ourselves to a “higher standard.” Fight the Democrats in the gutter, in the bars, in the brothels, in the jails, on the beaches, in the skies, in the hedgerows, in the streets. Fight them. FIGHT THEM! When we have won, and beaten them into submission, and saved our country, then, and only then, can we indulge in the luxury of holding our leaders to a higher standard than they hold their leaders.