Rogers at Kung Fu Monkey busts out a rant that I think many of us can appreciate. In fact, it’s so good i’m going to quote more than I really should and then add the ATOM feed (as should you).
I Miss Republicans… No, seriously. Remember Republicans? Sober men in suits, pipes, who’d nod thoughtfully over their latest tract on market-driven fiscal conservatism while grinding out the numbers on rocket science. Remember those serious-looking 1950’s-1960’s science guys in the movies—Republic an to a one.
They were the grown-ups. They were the realists. Sure they were a bummer, maaaaan, but on the way to La Revolution you need somebody to remember where you parked the car. I was never one (nor a Democrat, really, more an agnostic libertarian big on the social contract, but we don’t have a party …), but I genuinely liked them.
The Barrister lives not far from California’s GOP core, or what used to be the core. Sometimes he rides down to the 8-figure residences and beach-side scotch clubs to visit a client or friend and exposes himself to philosophies so un-Canadian as to stun his moral conscience. Then his Republicans start talking about the way things are today and they get nasty. The tag of self-identified “Disgruntled Republican” is spreading faster than mono in a sorority house. Apparently something happened on the way to a Bush Whitehouse: the DC-GOP is more at home in the land of meth labs and Christian AM radio than billionare mansions. The billionares are a little annoyed about this.
Along the Frontlines where veterans and eastern conservative are predominant, a sour mood has settled. At least the President isn’t Hillary Clinton, and that’s about as nice a thing as they’re going to say.