The Two-Party System
The way I see it, there are actually four or five political parties in America, but I’m not counting those weird cults that actually run candidates in presidential elections. So far as I’m concerned, the Greenies, the Libertarians and the Reformers, don’t constitute actual parties. They mainly serve to give the socially inept a way to meet girls.
The way I see it, there are actually four or five political parties in America, but I’m not counting those weird cults that actually run candidates in presidential elections. So far as I’m concerned, the Greenies, the Libertarians and the Reformers, don’t constitute actual parties. They mainly serve to give the socially inept a way to meet girls.
Although there was a time when you could break the Democrats down into separate factions that included socialists, communists, New Dealers, Dixiecrats, middle-of-the-roaders and progressives, today they have morphed into a single entity.
It wasn’t really that long ago that the far-left Yuppies could riot in the streets of Chicago, attempting to embarrass and harass those attending the Democratic convention, who were on the verge of nominating Hubert Humphrey and Ed Muskie. Today, the Democratic Party has become the Yuppie party, and they conduct their riots in every city and on every college campus.
It’s the GOP that has broken up into separate parts, so it more closely resembles the Balkans than it does a political party. That helps explain why the Republicans in Congress can’t agree about the time of day.
If they weren’t shameless, the Republicans would be ashamed that there is a freedom caucus, a Tuesday morning group and, for all I know, a Friends of Warren G. Harding, faction, that meet separately. There aren’t enough Republicans in Washington who agree about anything to form a team for the Congressional Bowling League.
When people talk about the roles played by the majority leaders of the House and Senate, Paul Ryan and Mitch McConnell, they liken it to herding cats. But they forget a few things: one, cats are cute; two, cats may display arrogance, but they are graceful, sure-footed and intelligent, which means that, unlike preening politicians, they have something to be arrogant about; and, three, when they’re well-fed, they purr, they don’t pontificate.
I can understand President Trump’s frustration when he said he wouldn’t have appointed Jeff Sessions to head up the Justice Department if he had known Sessions would recuse himself from the Russian investigation.
What I don’t understand is why Sessions would have blindsided the man who appointed him to be his Attorney General. I understand that Sessions was motivated to remove himself from the investigation because, like Caesar’s wife, he wanted to remain above suspicion. It makes sense that he didn’t want to give the appearance that he might be shielding Trump and his campaign team from being investigated, especially as he was a member of the team. But it makes no sense that he wouldn’t have alerted his boss prior to announcing his decision.
Still, it’s a welcome change to have a man on the job who wishes to be seen as a servant to his nation, and not like his predecessors, Eric Holder and Loretta Lynch, who performed their duties as if they were the personal servants of Barack Obama.
Speaking of misplaced allegiances, it seems that the U.S. Postal Service allowed a number of postal employees to spend company time campaigning for Hillary Clinton and six senators, all of them Democrats.
Apparently, the postman’s creed has been changed from “Neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds” to “Neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night, and not even the Hatch Act, stays these government union members from trying to help elect those sworn to cave in at every contract negotiation.”
Before any of you history majors flood my in-box with your snotty corrections, I know that’s not the actual creed. The stuff about snow, rain and gloom of night, is inscribed on the wall of New York City’s General Post Office Building at 33rd and 8th.
The authentic creed originated in the ancient writings of Herodotus and involved a war between the Greeks and the Persians. His creed was a lot more pretentious than the one we wound up and, furthermore, it was in Greek.
I knew about Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia, and the fact that John D. Rockefeller financed the re-creation of a colonial village in the 1920s. What I didn’t know until a reader. Adri Washburn, the pride of Fairfax, VA, filled me in, is that the village had operating losses of $54 million last year.
The losses can be traced directly to the fact that our public schools are no longer teaching American History. And on those occasions that they do, it is likely to be a very selective Howard Zinn form of history that emphasizes the warts and flaws, focusing on the occasional stumbles, while ignoring the nobility and self-correcting attributes of America.
Another reader, Ken Klosterhaus, would like to see a TV show in which liberals would debate with conservatives, with the gimmick being a third party who would interrupt the proceedings whenever a lie was passed off as a fact.
I could see where someone who has wasted a lot of time watching so-called debates on Fox where the liberal tries to win the day by drowning out the other side by filibustering, while barely pausing to take a breath; or presidential debates, for that matter, where the moderators often turn out to be left-wing operatives looking to make certain that Barack Obama or Hillary Clinton come out winners.
I let Mr. Klosterhaus know I empathized with him. Whenever one of these liberal dopes shows up on “Special Report” or “Tucker Carlson Tonight,” I reach for the remote and start fast-forwarding as rapidly as I can. But I let him know I didn’t see an audience for the show.
Conservatives wouldn’t want to tune in because they wouldn’t want to waste their time listening to liberal lies. Liberals wouldn’t care to watch because they wouldn’t enjoy watching one of their own called out for his lies and overall stupidity.
The one fascinating thing about Democrats is that although they are generally atheists when it comes to God, they are true believers when it comes to politics, and not even the countless sins and follies that can be easily attributed to people like Barack Obama, the Clintons, Elizabeth Warren and Bernie Sanders, can shake their child-like faith in liberal dogma. Compared to devout liberals, evangelical Christians look like flibbertigibbets.
I recently wondered why congressional Republicans can’t at least agree to investigate Lois Lerner, Susan Rice and Hillary Clinton, for the various crimes they committed over the previous eight years.
Furthermore, how is it that when a congressional committee did seek to question Ms. Rice about the illegal leaking of Mike Flynn’s name to the media, she simply refused to be questioned.
Contempt of Congress strikes me as a totally appropriate emotion, considering that, almost without exception, our representatives exhibit all the vices of the criminal class, without any of the possible virtues, but I believe it’s still a felony on the books and that it carries a jail sentence. Unless, apparently, you happen to be a Democrat.
Randall Slafsky, who might be a distant relative of W.C. Fields, claims his career as a karate instructor was tragically curtailed when parents found out he was unqualified, and just happened to enjoy kicking children.
