A bit long – from a longer piece – but good. I figure that Ace will let it slide; we’ve known each other for years.
On Twitter I remarked — lightheartedly, not snidely — that my fellow conservatives were turning into wild-eyed, casino-mad crazy gamblers. That really is a strong analogy for me, because that’s the way I see it: We, as a group, have been in the casino for a long time, and we’ve made a lot of risky bets. Most of these have paid off — Angle, Paul. Some haven’t — Maes. One big one — Miller — just paid out big.
And now I (and others) are trying to herd the group out of the casino, advising “We’ve had a great night, now let’s bank our winnings and leave here as winners, overall,” but other people are saying, “No, no, NOOOO! More betting! More betting! I have to catch that Joe Miller rush again!”
I feel that way. I do. I feel I’m offering the voice of prudence here and a lot of people are caught up in the rush of action and tumbling dice and are calling me a buzz-kill for offering the sort of sound advice which will look a hell of a lot better in the light of day. Or the light of early afternoon, after we all wake up after a jittery, wild late night at the tables.
And I get that people want to gamble, and I get that people disagree with me on whether our bets are prudent, and whether some “winnings” — like Mike Castle — are even winnings at all.
I just hate being called an asshole or sell-out or candy-ass or RINO for offering what is, in my mind, perfectly good advice which, seriously, is offered with the movement’s best interests at heart. Even if you disagree with me, I wish people who disagreed would accept that I am offering this advice with best intentions. I am not looking to screw anyone. Quite the opposite.
And that’s why Mark Levin is dead to me. He seems incapable of accepting that people of good heart and spirit might disagree with him; everyone who disagrees with him, it turns out, is a monster who just wants to “destroy” Christine O’Donnell because we’re all secretly liberals.
Which is the sort of thing a degenerate gambler says when you try to pry him way from the table. But you’ve got the problem, not him, you know?
Levin was never particularly alive for me – not having been raised as a conservative, I’m not particularly steeped in its tradition of talk radio – but yeah.