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 aren’t. They don’t. The reason is simple. They hate our guts.
I mean, my mom is a Democrat, and she’s a very nice person who happily watches my kids so that I can attend various and sundry GOP events. There are plenty of Ordinary, Decent Democrats: it’s just their legislators who are largely scum wearing business clothes. Frustrating that they continue to run roughshod over my mom, or your Uncle Bill, or your cousin Angie… but haven’t we all been there, really?
Still, vote Republican:
This is not an election on November 2. This is a restraining order. Power has been trapped, abused and exploited by Democrats. Go to the ballot box and put an end to this abusive relationship. And let’s not hear any nonsense about letting the Democrats off if they promise to get counseling.
Especially if you’re one of those Ordinary, Decent Democrats. It’s the first step towards getting your self-respect back.