Shiny, Happy Faces: What I Learned By Revisiting 2008

I read this now-bizarre and I’m sure embarrassing pre-2008 election article on Obama (of course I didn’t stick it in my full-to-bursting “Post” file and now can’t find it).  You know the sort of thing, though: exuberant, hopey-changey, full-on brain freeze, idealistic, certain that Obama was more than human, maybe even a god.

In other words: delusional.

It was truly sick-making to be pulled back in time to 2008 and read the fawning, deaf, dumb, and blind near-worship that gripped our nation.  I was completely tossed back there:  to the gleeful, shiny faces of Obots en masse, and I was dumbfounded (I so wish I could find that article again, but I can’t even remember where it was posted or what it was called, so can’t do a realistic search for it–“realistic” meaning it won’t take me freaking hours to find it).

I remember sitting across the table from a then-colleague and now former friend (thanks, Divider in Chief) as she waffled on about how fabulous it was that Obama was elected.  Gag.  I smiled, nodded, tried to pretend that I wasn’t heart-broken inside (not because I wanted McCain, who the hell would want that?, but because even McCain would have been better than what we got saddled with. Twice). After some careful questioning, I realized that she-like so many others back then-didn’t really know why she liked Obama, but she did.

Magically.

Our friendship dissolved a couple years later, when I could no longer pretend that I was indifferent.  It was weird, really, that incident:  she started attacking Sarah–not at all sure why, really, since it had been a couple years since Teh Won won, but she just kept going on and on about how stupid Sarah is (yes, even citing the SNL “I can see Russia from my house” line as if Sarah had actually said it /smh).  After a while, I just couldn’t take it anymore, and full-knowing the risk I was taking, came back with a few choice dumb-frak asshat drooling idiot remarks that Obama had made.  Oh, erm, that’s different, everyone (insert: “whom I like”) can make a mistake.  Hey, I just hate talking about politics . . . .

Uh huh.

I remember that it took all the tact I had (and I am not endowed with an abundance of that, let’s be honest here) to write a post after the ’08 election debacle saying that “maybe he can.”  It was the low-point in my blogging life, actually, and I wish now I’d never written it.  I tried to find it, but I couldn’t because I guess I didn’t migrate my posts from Multiply (where I was blogging in ’08) to either blogger or WordPress.  Anyway, it’s out there somewhere.  And if it’s not, I remember it.  And feel shame.

I knew better.  I wrote all the way back in 2006 that Obama was sketchy, empty, useless.  Oh sure, back then I wasn’t quite so attuned to the problems we are now facing (read: I was beyond clueless), but I heard him speak for an hour and say absolutely nothing.  That wasn’t just once, that was every time he spoke.  And I knew something was wrong, plus my inner cynic (who very much resembles my outer cynic) recoiled at all the unspecific hopeandchange.  I didn’t like it.

I didn’t like it at all.

I remember sitting at lunch with some leftist loon I worked with as he sung Obama’s praises (almost literally, I half-expected him to hoist his considerable bulk off the chair and start jiggling and singing), and I just sat there wondering what the hell was wrong with everyone.  Finally, when the Obot incantations stopped, I asked this person what Obama stood for, what he represented, what his plans were for America, what “yes we can” even meant in real terms.  The person, after giving a pretty impressive impersonation of a large-mouth bass, mumbled something about “hope” and “change” and how great was the “race speech,” anyway?!

You mean the “race speech” a white guy wrote and that Obama read off a teleprompter?

Eye roll.

These people weren’t alone; there was (nearly) a whole nation under the same spell, and they could easily connect and sing in near-unison the early version of the Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm song.  I was the one who was alone (or felt like it) because I didn’t buy the charade.  I heard what Obama said to Joe the Plumber, I knew about Bill Ayers being his bestest bud and the bad Reverend Wright being his preacher, and I listened hard to his speeches, then I read them.  Then I read them again.

Talk about no there there.

But the media was swooning all the way back to 2006, as was almost everyone I knew.  I have to admit that there were times I doubted myself.  Could all these people be right?  What the hell was wrong with me that I didn’t trust him, didn’t think he should be elected president?  OMG, was I a racist without even knowing it? Was that even possible?  I mean, don’t you have to hate people because of their race to be a racist?  I didn’t hate Obama (not back then, anyway, and even now, I don’t hate him for his race. Obviously.).  Frankly, I didn’t even think about his race (most conservatives don’t think about race, as you know).  So I determined that I wasn’t racist; I was just alone in doubting this person, alone in thinking he was too good to be true, alone in thinking that he was purposefully presenting an empty canvas upon which every voter could paint their own hopes and dreams.

Obama was the second coming, the “one we’ve been waiting for,” the messiah back in ’08.  He was articulate, handsome, presidential.  He was everything and anything to everyone and anyone all the time.  He was intelligent, intellectual.  He was tech savvy and the epitome of the rational man, no knee-jerk “dead or alive” comments from him.  He was going to change everything we hated and double-down on everything we loved (that this varied from person to person didn’t seem important).  He was a unifier:  post-racial, post-partisan, post-American.

Barack Obama:  better than sliced bread, better than sex.  The young, the old, the white, the black, the Hispanic, the Asian, the gay, the straight, the bi and transgendered, the Christian, the Jew, the male, the female, the rich, the poor, the middle-class, the center-right and center-left, the left, the right, the far left (okay, not the far right :P)  . . . nearly everybody loved Obama.  Except me.  I didn’t love him.  I didn’t know him, and I didn’t trust him (I trust no one who can speak for an hour and say absolutely nothing, let alone anyone who can do that and somehow inspire cheers and literal swoons from an adoring throng. Gag.).

Election night, 2008: across the country people cheer, dance in the streets, hold up lighters, hug one another (often with tears in their eyes), wave American flags (yes, even leftists!).  The entire nation seemed to have been swept up in the Obama fervor.

It was chilling.  Like witnessing a real-life episode of the Twilight Zone or wondering if everyone had been replaced with pod people.  All those happy, shiny faces, all that glee and joy, all that faith in unclear, nonspecific hopeychangey stuff.

Unsettling.

That was leading up to and into November 2008.  By spring 2009, the hopeychangey stuff wasn’t working out so well, and the shiny, happy faces sort of froze into a grimace.  A grimace that still held hope in its eye.  A hope that started fading in 2010 and was pretty much extinguished by 2012.  That’s the year Obama ran not as the messiah who could stop the oceans from rising and heal the planet while simultaneously eliminating poverty, inequity, and those horrible boils unicorns sometimes get, but as the exact opposite.

He ran in 2012 as the divider: everything is about race, class, gender, sexual orientation, red state, blue state; everything is about ensuring that each voting bloc stays not only separate but feeling the Obama “love” (which is very like the Obama “hate” except that with the former he’ll smile at you indulgently and condescendingly as he bankrupts you. If you’re a particularly good Obot, he won’t send the IRS after you.  Or the ATF, FBI, EPA, DOJ, etc.  Yay!?!).

And now, here we are in 2013, and some of us are still feeling the pain and disillusionment from the last election.  But here’s what I learned from my foray into the recent past: there is absolutely no comparison between today’s Obama and the 2008 Obama.  Not only has he shown his true tyrannical and treasonous colors but even his Obots have an inkling that all is not what it seemed with their messiah, their chosen one.

He’s inarticulate (let’s face it, he can barely stutter out a coherent sentence that he hasn’t practiced–probably for days–if he can’t read that practiced line off a teleprompter), he’s not tech savvy (remember the president who had over a million followers on Twitter tell a Chinese audience that he had no idea what Twitter was?), he has nothing new to say (what he does say is either “it’s Bush’s fault” or “I have no idea what the hell is going on in my own administration”), and he has nothing new to offer (the world has seen petty, paranoid dictator wannabe bullies who oppress, intimidate, imprison and otherwise silence opposition).

When Obama was first elected, the dissatisfaction with President Bush was palpable, even amongst die-hard republicans (I don’t consider myself a republican, btw, I’m a Constitutional conservative–the GOP, generally speaking, are not), and Democrats outnumbered Republicans by a somewhat shocking margin.  That changed quickly, and by December 2009, the disillusioned had jumped ship, and the percentage of Democrat and Republican voters evened out again.  Floating indies (who seem to change parties, at least in part, on a whim due to some perceived wrong or because it’s Thursday) tend to be more conservative, at least fiscally, so the numbers aren’t set in stone.  But what they do offer is a glimpse into Obama’s popularity.  Or lack thereof.

His star is falling and falling fast.  Whatever his plans were, he will never be able to fulfill them because there is no way in hell he’ll ever again reach the exalted high he enjoyed in ’08.  America knows him now and has his number; it will take a great deal more than fake Greek columns, phony presidential seals, and dramatic readings of other people’s scripts to get those faces shiny and happy once more.

Conservatives vs. Leftists

Like you, I was horrified by the results of November’s presidential election.  And I was dispirited.  And not a little angry.  I’ve not been sure how (or even whether) to continue a political blog because it seemed so pointless and that all our work was for pretty much nothing.  But then I remember that it was apathy, even more than ignorance, that got us into this mess, and slinking back onto the couch in disgust really isn’t the answer (tempting though it is).  Worse is staying home and not voting at all (that is not in the least bit tempting. To me, anyway.).

So then I started thinking about what went wrong for conservatives and what went right for leftists, and I had these inchoate thoughts swimming around amidst the other emotions and thoughts.  There seem to be a few of key problems on the conservative side, and these are being heightened and played quite ingeniously by leftists.

First, I think we really need to figure out what we want.  Do we want more government and less freedom?  Do we want what we have now, to maintain the status quo in terms of the government-freedom ratio? I was talking with a friend the other day, and he laughingly brought up the time when we, in Florida, could buy drive-thru beer, wine, even mixed drinks.  I’m not talking about bottles and six packs, here, I’m talking about draft beer.  In a cup, in your car.   Sounds nuts, right?  Even I think it sounds nuts.  But then we got to talking about other Floridian responses to new laws, particularly the seat belt law that coincided with serial killer Ted Bundy’s death penalty appeals.  The bumper sticker of the day was “I’ll buckle up when Bundy does” (referring, of course, to Florida’s electric chair).  He did.  We did.

And no, I’m not saying that we need to all be drinking drive-thru brew, with or without our seat belts.  What I am saying is that we adapt to encroachments on our liberty, so much so that we are (or least I am) horrified at the thought of not only buying a glass of wine in my car but of leaving “park” without my seat belt on.  Frog meet pot of water.

The more laws we have, and this is the foundation of regressivism, the fewer freedoms we have.  Regressives are about totalitarian control, right down to who can have children and how many they can have.  Remember, it was progressives who brought us prohibition, eugenics, and a host of other equally intrusive and/or downright evil threats to our lives, our liberty, and our happiness.

When it comes to the economy, we seem to agree that the entitlement culture is a big big problem, but then we defend massive programs that will bankrupt us if they are not reformed.  I’ve written recently about entitlements and how I think that conservatives are essentially shooting themselves in the foot on this one.  Part of that, I think, is that we tend to get defensive when “called out” as hypocrites by the left.  We are not hypocrites for taking social security, medicare, etc.  Were the first wave of feminists hypocrites because they still depended on their fathers and husbands?  Were the Founding Fathers hypocrites before the American Revolution?  They rejected tyranny but lived under it, after all (so goes the crazed leftist logic on entitlements and conservatives).  You get my point.  Any change requires living in the existing condition until that change occurs.

When it comes to politicians, we want fiscal and some of us want social conservatives . . . so much so that we are willing to let die-hard commies be elected if we can’t have our way.  Obama did not win by a landslide, nowhere near one, and he definitely would have lost if conservatives–yes, conservatives–had their act together and not played into the hands of the leftists (newsflash: they have their best interests at heart, not ours).  Some conservatives, especially libertarian-leaning ones (by the way, I lean libertarian with the noted and huge exceptions of foreign policy and defense), voted for “anyone but Romney” not “anyone but Obama.”  This boggles the mind, and has had me spinning since November.  I just didn’t get it (actually, I’m not sure that I do now, and yes, I’ve read all the crap about how they are practically the same person, blah blah blah. What tripe!).

Then I read J. R. Dunn’s article at American Thinker, and it sort of clicked for me.  We need to break out of this mindset that we must have the most pure conservative on every issue or on our own pet issue.  If we don’t, we will continue to lose, and worse, our losses strengthen the very people who are destroying this nation.  Let’s look, as Dunn does, at the Akin horror show.  I was right there with everyone calling for that silly silly man to withdraw from the race, so I’m not pointing fingers here, or if I am, I’m including myself at the end of my pointy pointy finger.  I must have tweeted 30 (or more) Akin-related tweets that mocked him, urged him to withdraw, etc.  And I was right.  He should have withdrawn.  But I was also wrong because guess who won that race, Air Claire Corrupt Lying Commie McCaskill.   Yeah, that’s a much better choice than some guy who doesn’t know much about the woman’s body or how to answer questions and avoid obvious errors and is guilty of general idiocy.  Um. No.  It’s not better.  It’s a thousand times worse.  She’s a freaking communist, people (including myself here, what the heck was I thinking?).

But that’s the ploy, right.  The left hammers on one slip, one thing, until conservatives are beaten down, backed into a corner that is painted for them.  But look what the left does, it rallies around pedophiles, tax evaders, philanderers, liars, fake Indians, druggies, drunks, murderers . . . you name it, and there is some Democrat in Congress or at the state level who is up to his or her eyeballs in that crime.  Crime, people, not stupidity–actual crime.  No wonder they are so gleeful when we turn on some numbnut who made a stupid statement, they are laughing all the way to tyranny.

Now, I am in no way saying that we should send our own list of criminals to Congress nor that we need to moderate our own views or values, but what I am saying is don’t listen to them anymore.  It’s not even hypocrisy from them; they truly believe that a murderer or a pedophile is better than a conservative.  But here’s the thing, we have to stop caring what they think.  I think that a screw up like Akin is ten times better than Air Claire, but they clearly don’t care what we think, and pandering to their standards is killing not only us but our country.  They are heavy into Alinsky, right?  And they are busily holding us to our own impossible standards, and it’s working.  Like a charm.

Second, once we figure out what we want, we need to work for it in every area of our lives.  Where’d the TEA Party go?  Are you working in your community to keep that fire alive?  Our Second Amendment rights are under attack; this is far bigger than the 0CareTax, so where are the rallies?  Are we waiting for a bill to be introduced?  If so, fine, but plan on rallying because something IS going to happen on “gun control.”  Count on it.

And what about those of us who are appalled by the leftists’ repeated victories in the culture war?  Are we still forking out our money for their propaganda?  Financially supporting actors and companies who hate us, our country, and everything we stand for?  What about those of us who are appalled by what is happening in our schools and universities?  Are we involved, making our voices heard?  Or are we doing what generations of conservatives have done (up until ’09, anyway) and sitting on our couches muttering in impotent frustration and anger?

Third, we need to focus our attention on 2014.  If we lose the House, it’s over.  Heck, it may well be over already as so many conservatives proclaim, but it doesn’t look over to me.

Not yet.

But it will be if we don’t stop this litmus test stuff and start supporting candidates who may not be perfect in every way but who are . . . yes, I’m going to say it, better than the alternative.  That is really all we can do now that we’ve lost so much ground; we don’t have the luxury of choosing the very bestest conservative the planet’s ever seen for each and every office (or for any office).  Does that mean that we have to “compromise our principles”?  Sure, I guess so, if you want to think of it that way.  I prefer to think of it as electing people who are not known communists.  Because guess what, our choices are often going to be some nutter like Akin versus the corrupt commie Air Claire or a moderate like Romney versus the corrupt commie Obama.  By sitting home or voting for some obscure loon who will never ever win (what the hell was that guy’s name again?), we are electing corrupt commies.  We, conservatives, are doing that.  Let’s not.

Fuzzy Shorts: TEA Party’s Future, Taxing the “Rich”/ObamaCare Tax, Israel, and Sadness

There is so much going on that I thought I’d do another “shorts” post in an attempt to clean out my links folder (that’s the one I drop stuff in when it seems like it’s potentially interesting enough to post about and that usually fills to overflowing because so much is going on–always–with this administration, there’s not enough to warrant its own post, or I just lose interest in it for whatever reason).  So let’s start with . . .

Where do we go from here?

Where, indeed.  Good question, and some great answers (including some–very necessary–President Bush/Rove bashing) out there; my two faves so far:

Klavan’s The Long Game and Whittle’s A New Beginning video:

Yes, yes, it’s long, but . . . come on, it’s Bill Whittle!  When is he not worth listening to?

There are also some very awful, truly putrid ideas out there.  Let’s learn those–after all, it’s good to know one’s enemy–but reject them.

For now, I’m good with simply promising that I will not give in, I will not give up, and I will fight until my last breath the establishment Republicans/RINOs and, of course, the regressive lunatics.  How I’ll–how we’ll–do that isn’t yet clear to me in concrete terms, but generally speaking, the plan is what it’s always been:  keep slogging away during every midterm and every presidential election and every special election to seat Constitutional, fiscal conservatives in every possible office from dog catcher/mosquito control dude or dudette/etc. to United States senator . . . and president.  We always knew it wouldn’t be easy, that we’d lose some, win some . . . granted, I guess I thought we’d win more in 2012, but it wasn’t to be.  So.  Onward to 2014 and 2016 and 2018 and 2020 . . . and well beyond if that’s what it takes.

Taxing “the rich” and dismantling American health care 

. . . makes me want to vomit.  And not because I am rich (far far far from it) and not because I’m some brain-dead wingnut (though I suppose that’s arguable) programmed to blindly follow and repeat what I’m told like some kind of Occudreg human microphone drone, but because it’s . . . how else to put it?  It’s stupid.  It doesn’t just make zero fiscal sense, it makes negative fiscal sense.  After all, when all those small business owners (who make up the bulk of the people at the $250k mark–remember, it’s NOT millionaires and billionaires being targeted here.  Without actual, meaningful tax reform–a flat or fair tax, they’ll still pay next to nothing) go out of business and/or downsize, that hurts the economy.  It hurts everyone.  Sooner or later the money will run out.  It always does.  And Obama seems to want it run out sooner rather than later.

Further, and as even the most wooly-brained leftist must be noting, businesses will simply work within the parameters of, for example, the Obamacare Tax..  Hmmm, they ponder, if I have more than 50 employees, I’ll get zapped.  I have 55, but you know what? I can get by with 49.  Swimmingly, given the money I’ll save in staying super small.  Forever.  Sure, I’ll never be able to expand and achieve my true potential, but . . . well, obviously, that’s impossible now.  Shrug.  Hmmm, bigger businesses have noted, the ObamaCare Tax monstrosity says that only full-time employees are under their thumb.  I know!  All those people I have working for me, those chumps who currently have full coverage and a plan they like?  Well, how about I make them part-time!  And both of these scenarios are happening all over the country–already playing out within weeks of the American people giving the green light to Obama’s regime.  Indeed, so many people are being laid off or having their hours cut back because of–directly and pointedly–because of the Obamacare Tax that I can barely keep up (I tweet every single one I see, so hit my Twitter feed for specific examples).

But don’t think this an “unintended consequence.”  It isn’t.  It was fully and droolingly intended; why else dismantle a system that served 253.4 million Americans to “help” 45 million people (not all are Americans)?  That makes no sense.  Dismantle a system that provides so many people with quality insurance, quality care to provide substandard care for all?  All, that is, but the very wealthy who will still be able to afford medical tourism and elite private practices . . . oh, and Congress, who exempted themselves from this fantabulous new plan they deemed exceptional and marvelous for everyone.  Except themselves.  And their aids.  And their staff.  And their immediate family.  But it has to be great, right!?  Right?

Right.  Sure.  Uh huh.

Anyway,  what happens next is that Dear Leader escalates his bashing of small, medium-sized, and big business and lays the fault for Americans by the millions (literally,  by the way, not my typical hyperbole) losing the health insurance (and it’s INSURANCE, not “health care,” never forget that–it’s about power and money, not about caring for people or their health) at the feet of . . . anyone but himself and his traitorous horde.  Those businesses, he’ll rail, defiled by the greedy and inhumane and ‘unAmerican’ (according to the Dystopia of 0) idea that they should actually turn a profit, are ::: drum roll, please ::: evil.  Deeply, truly, dripping in the sweat spawned in the hottest pits of Hades, evil.  But hey, guess what!?! There’s a simple solution!  It’s so simple, so obvious, you’d think that it was the plan all along (it was): universal health care, socialized medicine, nationalized heath care . . . whatever you want to call it.  A subpar, faulty, flawed, inadequate, cruel, callous system by any other name and all that.

But yeah, tax those “rich” people.  It’ll be fun.

Until it’s not.

Israel

I can’t really write about this yet.  I’m horrified.  And ashamed.  I keep remembering 9/11 and  the dancing, happy “Palestinians” and assorted Hamas-al Queda-equally-vile-terrorist organizations and their sympathizers among “normal” (“moderate,” yeah, right) Middle Eastern people.  And then I remember that Israel, our great friend and ally, stood by us and was among the first nations to reach out to us in total support–in, as they said at the time, “solidarity” with us–at that truly traumatic time:  Sharon declared a national day of mourning in Israel, while the savages in surrounding countries skipped about in the streets, cheered, whooped, and generally had a grand time celebrating–celebrating, wrap your mind around that one–the terrorist attacks on our nation that claimed so many lives, that shocked us to our core and caused the entire nation, left and right, most “identity blocs,” to come together, if only for a brief time.  I’m ashamed that America, this land that I love, is doing absolutely nothing to help Israel (and apparently is doing everything to help her, and our, enemies).

I have many other thoughts and feelings about this, but they are rooted in my religious beliefs, so perhaps, at least for now, I will keep them to myself.  Suffice to say that Israel is important to God, that her enemies are God’s enemies, and that I can never forget, ignore, or otherwise belittle that Truth.  No matter how many terrorists fake photos and hide behind women and children and then shriek about “abuse” or “genocide.”  As an IDF soldier tweeted, Israel is targeting civilians but has only managed to hit fifty in five days?  “Bad aim?”  Yeah, right.  Israel is treating Gazan patients; Israel did not start this.  Hamas did.  Interestingly, and notably, they held off on this pressing act of jihad in the name of their prophet until after Obama was reelected.

The sad and strange

I’ve not really been following the whole Petraeus affair scandal, at least not very closely. It didn’t come out until the day after the election (so convenient), he stepped down (as he should; he showed faulty judgement and put himself–and, as a result of his position, this country–at great risk), and then he finally gave us the goods, or at least a map to the goods, on Benghazi.  Call me torn.

Apparently, Petraeus’s mistress not only stocked up on classified documents but also on big doses of crazy.  The document thing is worrying enough (and again points to Petraeus’s lack of judgement), but the setting up of multiple online identities to harass someone . . . well, just call the men in the white coats.  Now.  And yes, again, this goes back to Petraeus, but think about this for a minute.  Seriously.  Someone is not giving you the attention or feedback or response or whatever to which you imagine you are entitled, so you . . . create another account to get through to them?  And then another.  And another.  And another.  What goes on in your mind while this is going on?  Gee, this isn’t actually the act of a mentally-unbalanced threat to national security . . . heck! It’s only just barely stalking!  It’s sort of um . . . should I call myself “Sugar Lips” this time?  My head is itchy.  Think I’ll scratch my left big toe.  Wait!  Shhhhhh.   Did you hear that!?!  Maybe I’ll call myself “Sunshine Moonbeam the Loony” this time . . . .

That’s just messed up.  But I suspect this woman is in dire need of more than our nation’s security secrets and the head of the CIA’s intimate bits; she clearly needs psychiatric help.  Post hasty.  A prayer or two may not hurt.

Next up is perhaps the saddest bit of post-election news I’ve read yet (and I’ve read lots and lots of sad stuff since November 6th . . . and anticipate reaching overload by mid-spring).  Apparently, this small business owner in Key West killed himself because Obama won.  I think this is beyond tragic, and my heart goes out to his family and to his partner.

Hate to leave you on that down note, but that’s all I have for now.

Working Through The Five Stages Of Grief

Okay, so after my self-indulgent election night meltdown, I’m beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.  This process has been . . . interesting, to say the least, so I thought I’d share with you the stages of grief that I experienced and continue to work through (I’m giving myself until tomorrow evening to snap the heck out of it and get back to work for America).

The DABDA model works as a decent outline, so I’ll be using it as a guideline. It’s not exact, of course, as everyone experiences grief differently, and “grief” may even be a bit hyperbolic.  But I doubt it.

Boom!

So I’m sitting here, laptop on my lap with many tabs open to many things (LI’s election night blogging, Florida results, Twitter, and a couple other state results . . . along with the usual tabs for my reader and email) and the television on, remote at hand (I like to flip around because I don’t trust any “news” organization), and things aren’t looking good.  Not good at all.  I’m emailing and dm’ing with a few very important people about the way things look, and we all agree . . . it’s not looking good.  Not good at all.  But I still manage to be hopeful . . . somehow.  And then it happens, Ohio is declared for 0, seconds later the entire election is declared for him.  Shock. Horror.

Denial.

Like Rove, I wasn’t willing to accept the truth.  I wanted the numbers to be wrong.  I wanted to hear that election wasn’t decided with only 2 and 3 and 5% of precincts reporting and votes counted.  I wanted to . . . have it be different.  This couldn’t be.  America couldn’t have just re-elected the most radical, most anti- and unAmerican president this country has ever known.  She just . . . couldn’t.  Right?!

Wrong.  America just did just that.  Cue the . . .

Anger.

Stupid, stupid America.  Slackers and loser and greedy, envious dependency addicts one and all! Julias and Julians across the nation voting for “free” stuff without a clue that for every “free” thing they receive, they’ll be paying for it twice over not only in increased taxes, fines, fees, and cost of living but in relinquished freedoms, muted voices, lost selves.  What a bunch of idiots!  Greedy little Gimme! goons sucking our nation dry and changing it forever.  Selfish, clueless, myopic, uninformed leeches.  All of them!

Well, screw that.  And screw them.  I’m done–enter fuming, disgusted, dejected Fuzzy busily typing up a farewell post and angrily–somewhat resignedly, too, if truth be told–redesigning Fuzzy Logic.  If you missed it, it was all green and purple–my two favorite colors–and had a lovely nature tree thing for a header. I love nature and was secretly looking forward to going back to blogging about flowers and leaves and bugs. And shoes. Maybe about some television shows I’ve been enjoying.  Maybe about coffee and Cadbury eggs.  But certainly, absolutely:  No more politics! No more pouring my heart and soul into something that was never going to be appreciated or fulfilled.  No more loss.  No more constant, unsettling negativity and anger.  No more.

But then something happened, something unexpected and heartening.  My conservative blogging friends, the ones I love and respect as you can only love and respect those who’ve been with you in both your finest and your lowest moments, began posting comments, sending emails to let me know that I was wrong. Oh, it was wonderful, not the “you’re wrong, you stupid sloth” crap that I have been known to spew, but nice, supportive, caring, sincere, generous, fabulous comments and emails reminding me not only of what is at stake but of who I am.  What it means to be an American, an old-school never-say-die, live free or die American who is not crushed by defeat, who does not give up in the face of challenge, who pulls herself up by her bootstraps and proudly moves forward.  So begins the . . . .

Bargaining.

But it’s not really the “can we still be friends” after a break-up bargaining, or the “God, if you let me live through this, I’ll do X, Y, and Z” bargaining.  It’s more like an introspective journey through what has happened: trying to understand why and how it happened, trying to figure out what we can do differently (a huge part of that is figuring out what went wrong, what we did wrong), wading through the emotions, remembering that there is more at stake than my own feelings and ideals.

About that last one, I will say that I never understood–not one tiny bit–the people who gave up, who seemed content to just shrug and say, “well, the whole damned system sucks, let America be damned.”  I got it.  Finally.  And part of my “bargaining” phase was actually contemplating, however briefly, letting the regressives have their way.  Why not?  America voted for that, apparently, right?  As conservatives, we don’t riot, we don’t murder and maim and vandalize when we lose.  We just acknowledge the loss, try to learn from it, and move on (or settle back into our long slumber, as I was sorely tempted to do).  We don’t beat people who voted for the other side, we don’t intimidate and threaten them, we don’t set things on fire.  Conservatives appreciate our Constitution, and as 0 was duly elected (whatever the reason and however much fraud was involved–on both sides), we accept that.  I accept that.  It’s what America wants.

So.  Let’s give America what she wants, bargaining-stage Fuzzy argues.  Let’s stop the House from being “obstructionists.”  Let’s just rip off the band-aid of slow, steady, inevitable decline.  A decline that will continue to be blamed on “obstructionist” conservatives.  After this last election, we’re not even really slowing it down; 0 has proven that he will bypass both Congress and the Constitution at any and every turn.  So why bother?  Why not do the only thing that will show the American people that socialism / marxism / communism / fascism  (whatever you want to call today’s regressives, all those labels apply) cannot work . . . why not give them their wish?  Let them enact all their doomed-to-failure policies.  What better way to learn how wrong they are?

They seem to think that everyone who works should be working for government and that this makes fiscal sense.  Well, fine.  Let’s look at that in miniature: say five people have government jobs and they each make $100,000 per year and are taxed at 15%.  Those five people cost $500k, but they are putting back into the system $75k in federal income tax.  That doesn’t quite work, does it?  The government is paying $425k and getting nothing in return (except whatever work the government worker provides, and let’s pretend it’s not some filler government position, let’s say that it’s something useful like a new road or teacher or a first responder; all necessary things, but there is no fiscal value to that service). The government, then, loses $425k in hard cash.  Money that will then either be printed or borrowed; both of which will result in the dollar being worth less than nothing.

But hey, I’m not taking into account all these five workers pay in other taxes, both those that exist and those that will.  Silly me.  And I’m not taking into account the many benefits that statism provides.  Each of these five workers will have a generous healthcare plan–provided by the government, a college education–provided by government, and a generous pension–also provided by the government. The government that is losing 85% on each worker and which will also be paying for all of these things for people who do not work or who do not contribute to the system (they pay no income tax, they pay no property or state taxes other than sales tax). I know!  Let’s just tax each worker 100% and provide them with housing, education (including college), healthcare–including birth control and abortions-on-demand, food stamps, and for fun, let’s send them on vacation once a year.  They have no income, no money for anything the government doesn’t provide, but they get all these great things in return. They are existing not living, but hey, who cares about that?!

Meanwhile, people are catching on that they are actually better off if they don’t work.  They’ll still get the same benefits from the government as those who do work, so why even bother?  Oh, but the regressives argue, that’s not human nature, that’s not how people are.  History, however, begs to differ.  Reality begs to differ.  When success is punished, people do not strive for it.  Without incentive (and just try to convince regressives that subsistence living is not an incentive), people do not produce.  So the 100% tax on the remaining workers, as more and more people clue in and realize that they can get everything for nothing, continues to chip away at government coffers.  Workers can never pay enough in to afford both their own and everyone else’s government services, so there is always a loss.  But now that more and more people are saying, to hell with working my butt off for everyone else who gets what I get and doesn’t lift a finger, the government cannot continue to supply such lush percs.  What happens then?

The same thing that always happen.  The government decides that there are just too many people . . . and works out ways to eliminate them.  The slackers are the first to go, by the way.  Always.  The ones not contributing to “The Greater Good” are starved usually, but are also dispatched in other equally or more inhumane ways than starvation.  Always.

The trouble with this, beyond the clear moral, ethical, spiritual, and legal problems with genocide, is that this model doesn’t even work with five people, all of whom pay into the system up to 100% of their income.  The services the government promises exceed the income they generate.  Period.  It’s not rocket science.  You can’t break even (much less function at a profit) if you are paying out in cash and entitlements more than you are taking in.

The American people don’t seem to understand that anymore, so let’s let it go.  Let them have their way. Let them give everything to everyone . . . for as long as it lasts.  China won’t keep paying for our unemployed and poor–they can’t pay for their own.  Printing money will lead to inflation . . . well, actually, because the economy is such crap, so unbalanced in terms of makers and takers, it will lead to stagflation and the eventual collapse of not only the economy but also of the government.

It’s tempting, oh so tempting, to let it happen.  To stand back–conservatives tend to be more prepared for economic and social collapse than lefties who really believe that it can’t happen no matter how outrageous their demands for government spending–and let marxism fail.  As it always does.  Let it fail unfettered by conservative argument or GOP “obstruction.”  Let them have their way . . . eventually, they’ll realize the error of their ways and embrace common sense once more.

For too long America has struck an unsteady balance between capitalism and socialism; we’ve used our profits from capitalism to fund a largely socialist state.  It worked for a while.  But the statists demand more and more government and less and less free markets and capitalism.  They reject the very engine of their entitlement society, the thing that funds it.  No, they don’t just ignore it, they demonize it.  Let them.  Let government run private industry, decide who works in what job and who lives where and what they will receive as their “fair share.”  Let government pay out more than it can ever take in for actual workers/contributors let alone the millions of Americans and illegals who don’t contribute in any measurable manner.  Let it happen so that we will all finally wake up to the reality of the role that enormous government plays, always, in the decline of a superpower, a nation, a people.

But that’s no answer, that’s almost spite.  “Let them fulfill their fantasies and they’ll see that they are deluded” smacks of mean-spiritedness, nastiness, amorality.  Like the stories of grandpas who made their grandsons chain-smoke a carton of cigarettes so they’d never touch another one.  Whatever the deluded are, they don’t deserve the consequences, the reality, of what they demand.  So what now?

Depression

What’s the freaking point?  For me, this stage was just a return to denial and anger.  I’m not depressed, haven’t been depressed, I just skewed from bargaining to “no way” and “screw you, 0merica.”  I did cry real tears for America at some early point, but it was a segue from denial to anger.  My sadness was for our country, for the many millions of American patriots who worked so hard, fought such tough battles, cared and invested so much in our nation’s salvation.  Depression, for me, was fleeting.  I moved from bargaining to acceptance in pretty short order.

Acceptance

Acceptance actually came in two stages: one and as I’ve noted above, I accept the will of the people.  They voted for 0.  They got him.  And two, this is our new reality, so how do we deal with it?  I don’t think the answer is in making the entire nation, including the ass clowns who can’t think beyond the moment and demand government largesse that cannot ever be funded by the American people, suffer the poverty and slaughter that always accompanies statism.  But I’m not sure what the answer is.  I’ve reached acceptance, but not of the status quo, not of 0’s “fundamental transformation”–never, ever of that.  I just accept that this country is no longer center-right.

It’s just not.  Demonstrably, provably, factually, our nation is no longer center-right.  Some are saying it’s center-center, but I think that it’s foolish to try to parse it that way.  We are definitely a divided nation (and those divisions will be pressed, used, widened, manipulated, and exploited for the next four years), and we are definitely a nation conflicted in identity.  My America is not the same as 0’s or of any Obot’s.  My America is about equality of opportunity, liberty and freedom for all.  My America is about a proud people working hard to achieve beyond their parents’ accomplishments.  My America is exceptional, a beacon of freedom and opportunity.  My America sees American citizens who are equal and capable and strong, not divided groups scrabbling for scraps from the master’s table.

My America does not exist.  Not Tuesday.  Not today.

Okay, so maybe I not only experienced but am still experiencing the “Depression” stage.  I’m working through it, and I hope that every patriot who reads this, who is helping me work through this, will work through it, too.

God Bless America.

Mourning For America and the End of (Political) Fuzzy–Updated

I’ve been writing for years about America, about the American Spirit and the American Dream.  It was all for nothing, all about something that simply no longer exists.  I was delusional, in denial, stooopid.  America is no longer the America of my youth, of my dreams, of my spirit.  The American people have re-elected 0, and that tells me all I need to know about the country I’ve always loved and been proud of, about my fellow countrymen and women who rejected all that is good and decent and admirable about our great country and embrace all that is bad and failed and shameful about her and her century-long flirtation with communism.

The American people have spoken, and it’s a sad sad day for our endangered Republic.

As for me and this blog . . . I’m done.  This blog is done, at least as a political blog.  Because I love to write, I may come back at some time to write about whatever interests me, but it won’t be politics.  I’ll stay a constitutional conservative (it’s who I am), and I’ll still vote, of course, still resist in the culture war and stay informed, but I see no point at all in torturing myself for four more years, of agonizing over 0 and his shameful anti- and unAmerican policies when, apparently, he’s just what the American people want.  Well, they have him.  We have him.

I’m heartsick.

And done.

–Update–

Okay, maybe “And done” isn’t quite correct.  Both my conservative blogger friends here and a very special one over at Hack’s place (*waves at Sol, the great mind behind Wisdom of Soloman*) have reminded me that . . . well, they’ve reminded me of who I am and what I care about.  I will continue to blog, perhaps not as focused on politics (I need to keep some semblance of sanity, and four more years of 0 are guaranteed to deprive me of that if I let them), but I will be here, and yes, I’ll definitely engage in the political arena when it seems useful and wise (or, hey, when I feel like it! Heh).