Scott Brown’s win last Tuesday night, represents the epitome of America’s continuing on again off again relationship with the Democratic Party. The rise and fall of the DNC.
Conservative experts in the study of the rise and fall of the jackass find that root of the problem lies with the common human error of forgetfulness …
From this article at Townhall.com by conservative columnist Ann Coulter:
That Old Obama Magic is Back
by Ann Coulter
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Democrats are trying to write off Brown’s colossal victory as the standard seesawing of public sentiment that hits both Republicans and Democrats from time to time. As MSNBC’s Chris Matthews explained, it was just the voters saying “no” generally, but not to anything in particular.
Except when Republicans win political power, they hold onto it long enough to govern. The Democrats keep being smacked down by the voters immediately after being elected and revealing their heinous agenda.
As a result, for the past four decades, American politics has consisted of Republicans controlling Washington for eight to 14 years — either from the White House or Capitol Hill — thus allowing Americans to forget what it was they didn’t like about Democrats, whom they then carelessly vote back in. The Democrats immediately remind Americans what they didn’t like about Democrats, and their power is revoked at the voters’ first possible opportunity.
Obama has cut the remembering-what-we-don’t-like-about-Democrats stage of this process down from two to four years to about 10 months. Folks, I’m convinced that if we all work really hard, we can get it down to three months.
Four years of Jimmy Carter gave us two titanic Reagan landslides, peace and prosperity for eight blessed years — and even a third term for his feckless vice president, George H.W. Bush.
Two years of Bill Clinton gave us a historic Republican sweep of Congress, which killed the entire Clinton agenda (with the exception of partial-birth abortion and felony obstruction of justice) — and also gave us two terms for George W. Bush.
And now, merely one year of Obama and a Democratic Congress has given us the first Republican senator from Massachusetts in 31 years.
In other recent news, last November, New Jersey voters, who haven’t voted for a Republican for president since 1988, threw out their incumbent Democratic governor, Jon Corzine. In Virginia, which Obama carried by 6 points a year earlier, a religious-right Republican won the governor’s office by 17 points.
Sen. Ben Nelson, Democrat of Nebraska, won his last election in 2006 by 28 points — the largest margin for a Democratic Senate candidate in that state in a quarter-century.
Since voting for the Senate health care bill last Christmas, the once-bulletproof Sen. Nelson not only gets booed out of Omaha pizzerias, but he has also seen his job approval rating fall to 42 percent and his disapproval rating soar to 48 percent. (Meanwhile, the junior senator from Nebraska, Mike Johanns, who voted against the bill, has a job approval rating of 63 percent.)
The Democrats have no natural majority because they have no fundamental principles — at least none that they are willing to state out loud. They are like a drunken vagrant who emerges from the alley to cause havoc every few years. They are the perpetual toothache of American politics.
To be sure, the fact that 52 percent of Massachusetts voters are racist, sexist tea-baggers — i.e., voted for a Republican — means only that the Democrats just went from having the largest congressional majority in a generation to the second largest. But this was “Teddy Kennedy’s seat.” And it was in Massachusetts.
Now, no Democrat is safe.
But the country just got a lot safer.
Ann is right. Things are all grave (pun intended) for the Democrats because they just can’t help themselves without alienating every sane, pragmatic and logical being on the planet.
What goes up always comes down to their inevitable loss due to their uncanny ability to disappoint people. I know this.
I used to sleep with the party of ass. I was the wife, mother and child of my now sworn enemy.
During my time as a liberal, I spent many nights cursing at a seemingly endless chronology of television screens which broadcast harmless electoral college maps into my home. Maps of America all lit up in Republican red. The color of Nancy Regan’s suit and hair and lipstick. The color of rich people and success.
“Pretenders” is the word my mother used to describe people who were Republicans that were not rich.
“They (farmers) vote for Republicans because they want to pretend they are rich like other white people,” she said visibly disappointed with the results of the 1988 election.
She wanted Michael Dukakis.
She did not care that on the inside she was a Christian that believed all gays and lesbians were sinners. It was the outside that mattered. Wearing skin of the donkeys was always about the government doing what they could for her family as blacks. Though never outspoken on the issue of abortion, mother was pro-life- belittling my aunt for having three abortions in under two years. That same aunt would later describe my deceased mother as the most racist woman she had ever met.
“That woman (my mother) was so racist,” my aunt said while discussing her sister during a time when we were feeling a bit guilty about her untimely passing. ” She hated Mexicans and–”
“Jews,” I inserted flatly.
“Whenever your brother got in trouble in grammar school, if a black teacher did the scolding, it was okay but if the teacher was white…oh boy your momma would raise some hell up in that school…saying how they didn’t understand or know how to teach black kids…No body wanted to say nuthin’ to your brother cause they knew your momma would be up there at the school like–”
“It was embarrassing,” I said. Young Afrocity had also been a recipient of mother’s undying protection against racist teachers. “She would do the same at my school. One teacher treated me like I had leprosy after one of mom’s visits. She cursed him out in front of the PTA…Funny how she could do that without one moment’s thought but when it came to getting a job to feed me…well that was another story.”
“Boy she hated Mexicans when she was in Texas,” my aunt went fast forward to my mother’s last years in Houston.
“Yes, she did,” I nodded.
“She wanted America to only have real Americans, no migrants, especially Mexicans…’Whey does this country help foreigners like those Chinese and Mexicans better than they treat their own black peoples who worked as slaves.’ your momma would say…America needs to help Americans.”
We were both silent. This conversation was deep cleansing for both of us.
“Yes, she loved America,” I said. “Perhaps she would have been a Republican, had she not been a black woman,” I laughed loudly, though it still did not shake my feeling of loss.
The loss of seeing her as a whole woman with a job and goals beyond waiting for a monthly welfare check from Uncle Sam.
I will always wonder.
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