I’m mad as hell and I’m not gonna take it any more. The John McCain apologists, the claim-to-be Conservatives and the “we-have-to-join-together-for-the-sake-of-the-party lackeys can just put a sock into it. And that includes Bill O’Reilly, Dick Morris, Sean Hannity, Glenn Beck and Laura Ingraham, who seem to be perfectly content supporting any GOP nominee. Given their successes, they can afford to throw anyone under the bus that threatens to derail a Republican ascendancy.
However, none of these talking heads admit that it is every voter’s right to either NOT vote for the party candidate, vote for the opposing candidate or just join the vast majority of apathetic America and ignore politics altogether. Inasmuch as most of us voters and candidate supporters are mere working class folks and not the seven digit income celebrities telling us what to do, we obviously don’t have a dog in this fight as big as theirs.
In fact, if it weren’t for the political junkies and concerned voters, these people wouldn’t have those seven digit salaries and contracts. Therefore we are really part of the problem and not part of the answer. By virtue of about 50 million of the 200 million or so eligible electorate actually engaging in this process, we have created not just the opportunity, but the demand for others to tell us what we are thinking. Balderdash.
Witnessing the pie eating contest that is the Presidential Primary process has taught me one thing. If you are a qualified, concerned, intelligent, honorable and gifted leader with a message, command of current events, grasp of the Nation’s needs and possess responsible, rational solutions, your chances of succeeding in the primary is about as likely as Hillary losing money in a beef future’s investment…. if you don’t engage in the Media circus.
So don’t tell me what I am thinking. I am thinking what every other responsible, reasonable, thoughtful voter is thinking. The ‘08 Primary politics is not unlike the journey to the Emerald City. The last man standing with an ( R) next to his name can be seen with smoldering straw peeking from his clothing, wobbling down the yellow brick road, arm and arm with some very strange companions, singing “If I only had a Brain”.