Vote for them anyway, P.J. O’Rourke advises. The alternative is democrats, and they hate our guts.
Perhaps youâ€™re having a tiny last minute qualm about voting Republican. Take heart. And take the House and the Senate. Yes, there are a few flakes of dander in the fair tresses of the GOPâ€™s crowning gloryâ€”an isolated isolationist or two, a hint of gold buggery, and Christine Oâ€™Donnell announcing that sheâ€™s not a witch. (I ask you, has Hillary Clinton ever cleared this up?) Fret not over Republican peccadilloes such as the Tea Party finding the single, solitary person in Nevada who couldnâ€™t poll ten to one against Harry Reid. Better to have a few cockeyed mutts running the dog pound than Michael Vick.
I take it back. Using the metaphor of Michael Vick for the Democratic party leadership implies they are people with a capacity for moral redemption who want to call good plays on the legislative gridiron. They arenâ€™t. They donâ€™t. The reason is simple. They hate our guts.
They donâ€™t just hate our Republican, conservative, libertarian, strict constructionist, family values guts. They hate everybodyâ€™s guts. And they hate everybody who has any.