Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

Michael Steele, titular head of the Republican National Committee, gave his sinking party a pep talk yesterday. After invoking the names of Edmund Burke and William F. Buckley, this was Steele's big finish:
"In the best spirit of President Reagan, it's time to saddle up and ride."
The exhortation was delivered to a half-empty room, with all the passion of a podiatrist talking a nervous patient through bunion surgery.

Today, having put Steele's perfunctory appearance behind it, the GOP got down to serious business -- like this resolution:
"We the members of the Republican National Committee call on the Democratic Party to be truthful and honest with the American people by acknowledging that they have evolved from a party of tax and spend to a party of tax and nationalize and, therefore, should agree to rename themselves the 'Democrat Socialist Party.'"
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is today's Republican Party.

While the chairman tries to wake the echoes of figures that today's electorate neither know nor care about, the party's power brokers have been reduced to playing nanner-nanner-nanner games.

This isn't just an example of why I shun political parties -- it's institutional cluelessness. If you're a registered Republican, you have every right to be embarrassed. You should be.

If you're not, wait 'til you're sober and try again.