Danger Will Robinson, Implosion Alert!

Bristol Palin’s “southern borders” aside, I am becoming concerned that we may not actually have a second party any more, judging by what we see coming from the Twin Cities.  And not “concern-troll” concerned, but really worried: I don’t actually want to live under one-party Mexican or Soviet-style rule.  So I appreciate more than ever Art’s and Sarah’s efforts to beef up the local Libertarian Party, and that elusive Green Queen as well; I do not trust the Democratic Party to run everything without some kind of check.

I mean – OK, leaving aside the question of Bristol Palin’s “southern borders,” have any of you actually been witnessing this gathering of ghouls who still call themselves Republicans?  I caught a little last night – Cindy McCain seemed youthful and perky, placed as she was adjacent to W’s embalmed elders. The cameras panned, the cameras yearned, for an interested engaged face, but found only yawns, general sad ennui, and slow applause when demanded.  The troops were rallied so to speak LOL by elder non-statesman Fred Thompson, wringing every last drop out of McCain’s POW mishap.  Everyone looked solemn and respectful.  We were then treated to a quite fanciful hagiography of Ronald Reagan’s supposed “maverick” record.  I laughed and laughed, but then felt unaccountably sorrowful; such a long run this party has had since the days of Lincoln, and not all of it despicable.  Now I’m looking at it again.  There’s that crazy-eyed coot Huckabee!

Aside from the whole kerfluffle over Bristol Palin’s southern so-called “borders,” which I consider irrelevant and off-limits (though also perfectly illustrative of the LIGHT-YEARS of distance GOP orthodoxy occupies from people’s actual real lives) there is the overwhelming look in these people’s eyes that says “Yes, we’ve been in power 8 years and screwed up everything.  Please let us go gently into the good night now.”  I’m looking at them now, and that’s how they look.  I had wanted to write about the really over-the-top police-state tactics that Minnesota cops have been using against local students who planned to protest, and also to celebrate the Ron Paul crowd and their parallel convention of folks who really uphold what Republicans should be about, but who can take their eyes off the pathetic car-crash spectacle of the actual event?  Well, maybe for just another drink, but then back to gawk again.  In sorrow.

Borders breeched, levees breeched, this party is over.  Wooden stake, meet faltering heart. Long live the GOP.

OK I owe you songs.

Yesterday’s: [audio:http://orangejuiceblog.com/music/0902.mp3]
Today’s: [audio:http://orangejuiceblog.com/music/0903.mp3]

About Vern Nelson

Greatest pianist/composer in Orange County, and official political troubadour of Anaheim and most other OC towns. Regularly makes solo performances, sometimes with his savage-jazz band The Vern Nelson Problem. Reach at vernpnelson@gmail.com, or 714-235-VERN.