Posted on | October 7, 2014 | 106 Comments
Let me say, to begin with, that elections matter. From 2009 (the Doug Hoffman campaign in NY-23) through 2012, nobody argued more strenuously than I did about the importance of winning elections, and nobody covered campaigns with the kind of gonzo fanaticism that I brought to the gig. In the past couple of years, however, it has been very difficult to ignore the evidence that Republicans don’t want my support, and that the GOP Establishment in general is profoundly embarrassed to be associated with conservatives in any way.
What was done during the dishonest and brutal Mississippi primary was definitive in that regard. If ever conservatives needed an argument why they should stay home on Election Day, “Re-Elect Thad Cochran” was it.
The Republican Party reminds me of a Bible verse, which is to say it is “without form and void” (Genesis 1:2).
If the Republican Party were listed on the periodic table of elements, it would be in the right column, among the inert gases.
From the foregoing discussion, you can perhaps understand that I’m just quivering in anticipation at the prospect that Republicans might — just barely, maybe — capture a majority in the Senate on Nov. 4.
John Ekdahl at AOSHQ has a state-by-state breakdown, for those of you who experience spontaneous erection just thinking about the idea of Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell.
See, here’s my problem: It’s not just that I remember all the recent backstabbing and sellouts by Mitch McConnell and his GOP Senate cronies, but I also remember the history of Republican Senate majorities under such paragons of conservative leadership as Bob Dole and Trent Lott. I remember how GOP leaders begged and groveled in their vain attempts to retain the “party loyalty” of such stalwarts of Republican principle as Jim Jeffords and Arlen Specter. And then I think one more time about that Mississippi primary, you see, and the way all these things keep adding up in my mind . . .
Well, maybe Mitch McConnell will be Senate Majority Leader next year. Maybe that gives you a raging boner, just thinking about it.
But speaking for myself, “Meh.”
They haven’t done a damned thing to suggest they even care whether I care or not. And I’m pretty sure I don’t care. Do you? Why?