The Republican convention has ended, and it was a rousing success. We know this because of the amount of venom spewed on MSNBC. On the Chris Matthews Flying-Spittle Meter, it rated at least an 11 out of 10.
In a desperate attempt to distract from the positive vibe coming from Republicans in Tampa, Matthews, who I’m convinced is Charlie Brown and Lucy Van Pelt’s illegitimate child, went from having a “thrill” running up his leg four years ago to having something running down it last week.
He, Rachel Maddow, Ed Schultz and Al Sharpton flung the race card so freely and wildly you’d swear they were the featured acts at a tweaking meth-head magic show. The “whitewashing” of the speaker roster by MSNBC, refusing to show any speaker of color the first two days while complaining about a lack of diversity, will be taught in universities of future despotic dictatorships as how best to ignore reality and stick to your propaganda.
The reaction to Clint Eastwood’s genius mocking of our failed president was nothing short of Bagdad Bob-ian in its earnest pitifulness. (Here’s my take on that.)
But MSNBC is not about converting rational people to a way of thinking. It is about making sure people who subscribe to its special brand of willful ignorance don’t stray from the herd. Much of what you see on MSNBC is designed to ensure its drones don’t hop on the underground railroad – not to conservative media, but to the original source material – and risk thinking for themselves. They watch what happens and tell you what to think so you don’t have to. It’s a time-saver.
It’s also a caring agenda, really, since people shouldn’t work without the proper tools and thinking…You can finish that one yourself.
But this week it’s the Democrats’ turn.
Democrats, progressives, liberals and whatever the remaining mass of un-showered leftist mutant rabble are calling themselves this week will gather in Charlotte to re-nominate Barack Obama as their candidate for president.
What will we see on the stage at Time-Warner Arena and Bank of Panther Stadium?
My prediction: A tribute to parasites, anger and hate with a top-screwed-off salt shaker dash of race-baiting.
President Obama and Congressional Democrats’ legislative record will be the redheaded stepchild of the 3-day convention that easily could be renamed “Pretend the Last Four Years Didn’t Happen-stock.”
Its roster of speakers will consist of an endless stream of self-imposed victims and government parasite freaks that would make P.T. Barnum blush. And those are just the Congressional Democrats. The real mutant parade starts when every prominent abortionist in America gets her – and we use the term loosely here – 20 minutes at the mic and climaxes with Sandra Fluke.
Democrats hold up Fluke as an example of the strong, independent, modern woman who has replaced her societally imposed need for a man with government. You’ve come a long way baby…unfortunately you went a long way in the wrong direction.
The party of “Keep Your Laws Off My Body” will celebrate government takeover of health care. The party of “Keep Your Laws Out Of My Bedroom” will cheer government mandating contraception. The party of “We Are Our Brother’s Keeper” will re-nominate a multi-millionaire who has not sent his dirt-poor brother one penny to help with his own nephew’s medical bills.
They will do all of this without any sense of irony or shame at their hypocrisy.
And the media, led by the bobble-headed quartet on MSNBC, will cheer the courage, promise and vision of a party whose overriding desire is to encourage people to have faith not in themselves but in government. They will cheer a philosophy of defeatism designed to squelch aspiration and celebrate envy.
“Yes We Can” has become “It’s Someone Else’s Fault.” The only mention of a budget will be attacks against Paul Ryan’s budget proposal. We won’t hear a word about why the Democrat-controlled Senate hasn’t bothered to pass one for nearly four years.
“Created or saved” will be held up as something to celebrate rather than the meaningless, conjured-out-of-nowhere measure to justify or obscure failure it is. The drinking-game word for the week will be “inherited.” Take a sip of alcohol every time you hear that word this week, and you’ll be dead … or at least an honorary Kennedy.
The Democrat Convention will be a “Twilight Zone” event. Thousands will pretend the last four years didn’t happen, last week’s positive, forward-looking message from the RNC was, in fact, racist code and the authentically powerful, influential black, Hispanic and women speakers who took to the podium in Tampa didn’t exist.
They will celebrate President Obama’s meaningless campaign slogan: “Forward.” But outside the convention hall in Real America, voters are beginning think we’ve gone about as far forward as we can down the dead-end street of one of history’s spectacularly failed philosophies. They’ve begun to think in terms of turning things around, of getting back to work. They’ll hear a lot of gauzy talk about the future, but they will get exactly zero look at the reality of what going “forward” down Obama Avenue has meant over the last four years. They will get spin, lies and enough smoke blown up where the sun doesn’t shine that they’ll run risk of getting colon cancer.
It won’t all be sad. After all, the Democrats have a world-class comedian coming to their convention. What time is Joe Biden’s speech anyway?