Do you know what an “Irish Stand Down” is? It’s a bare-knuckled fistfight without all the wussy ducking and dodging and weaving. I punch you, you punch me, punch punch punch ad nauseum until one of us is knocked out or the audience gets too sick to keep watching.
That’s probably why, the nearer we get to the climactic 2012 elections, the less I blog. I’m sick to my stomach by all this.
It’s not that the fighters are evenly matched. They’re not. A few right hooks would knock out the endless left jabs. Wouldn’t you be sickened to see a good, strong, compassionate man being slowly beaten to death by a sniveling, selfish, cowardly cheating moron? Why should I keep torturing myself by watching this travesty?
An illustration:
The Left’s jab—“Romney’s a felon and notice that he hasn’t proved otherwise.”
Romney’s counter—“Well, maybe Obama’s not such a nice guy after all.”
Yeah…that’s real bare-knuckled boxing.
Make no mistake; Romney should win the election by a few points even after massive voting fraud. He might win a mini-landslide. And the Republicans will probably get a majority of the Senate. But so what? Half the GOP establishment will still be Beltway statists. Most of the remainder will be gentlemen boxers even as the Left keeps screaming and biting and scratching and gouging and cheating. And every day this fight drags on we’re billions deeper in debt. Even the Tea Parties try to reason with violent lunatics instead of clamping them into straightjackets.
That said, there may be a few political philosophy posts in the near future. For the children!
