The most inconsequential headline of all time.
To quote one of Amerika v2.0’s most notable and adept stateswymrynxz: What difference, at this point, does it make? The Vichy GOPe, having had the mask slowly peeled away over the last four years of falsehood, chicanery, and betrayal, can take any “direction” that suits them. It won’t matter in the least. The ultimate destination isn’t subject to change: chaos, collapse, and utter ruin. Nemesis has this stubborn tendency to follow along in the immediate wake of her sibling Hubris, see. They’re funny that way, those two. Quite the pair.
Ahh, but does the Vichy GOPe’s calamitous plight get even more hilarious yet, you ask? Of course it does.
Anti-Trump Republicans Look to Start Their Own Party Amid GOP Exodus
Reuters is reporting that about 120 former members of Republican administrations held a Zoom call last week to discuss plans to start a new center-right political party to counter Donald Trump’s influence on the Republican Party.
Yeah, they definitely need to reverse unwelcome recent trends like, say, actually winning one now and then; inspiring widespread grassroots support; working hard at doing what they said they were going to do; accomplishing something worthwhile on occasion; defying the Commiecrats rather than colluding with them, and so on. One can easily discern why a program of such outlandish radicalism might cause your typical housebroken GOPe “centrist” to break out in all-over hives and flop-sweat.
It’s a dubious undertaking given that they only plan to run a few candidates of their own. But the guts of their plan appears to be endorsements of like-minded centrists, be they Republican, Democrat, or independent.
OHHH yeah. Because nothing says “GOPe” like endorsing Demonrat candidates.
It’s unclear exactly what they think they can achieve. The best they can hope for is to hand the Democrats several seats currently held by pro-Trump Republicans. Otherwise, what could they meaningfully accomplish?
The restoration of the Swamp status quo, natch. Don’t kid yourself for a moment that this is about anything more than just that. All they have to do here is get Real Americans to agree to put the blinders back on, and hey presto! They’re in like Flynn again, back to their accustomed hijinks and grifts, the good old trough none the worse for the temporary absence of all those greedy snouts.
Yep, folks, this here is a story so earth-shaking, so exciting, so irresistibly compelling as to make one wonder whether the makers of Sominex might be overcome with envy at the massive collective yawn engendered by it. At the very least, they’d have to be alarmed at the stiff competition this new
third second party portends.
“Elections,” forsooth. Still with the “elections” Shinola. One can but stand in awe at the delusion’s persistence among certain people.
On the other hand, it must be admitted that, what with the Commiecrats now firmly in charge of our illegitimate federal tyranny and consolidating their hold on unlimited power posthaste, the only “Republicans” who will ever again be “elected” to national office will be pliant cardboard cutouts like Romeny, Murkowski, Ryan, and all the other greasy shit-slurpers enfunktifying the null-and-void nation’s capitol city like a Biblically-epic plague of mildew. So they got that going for them, I guess. For whatever it might be worth in the end to ’em, and may they all have joy of it.
So let the Swamp critters disport themselves as they will in their fetid cesspool—turning, gyrating, thrashing about in the muck happily, totally oblivious to the fact that the rest of whatever remains of the country has left them behind, no longer paying more than cursory attention to their tiresome antics. They matter now only to the extent WE allow, regardless of whatever piffling artificial lines they choose to draw between themselves. By blasting the twin charades of at least marginally honest elections and Constitutional propriety all to smithereens, the Uniparty cabalists sowed the seeds of their own destruction. Let the pompous excrescences finally reap the bitter harvest of irrelevance, futility, and disregard that is their due. Meanwhile, the rest of us have stuff to do—important stuff, meaningful stuff, unlike their playacting, preening, and onanistic jackanapery. We need to be getting on with it, so as not to fall behind.