WITH EVERY PASSING DAY, I FIND IT HARD TO REMEMBER what I loved about the Democratic Party. I did, I think, love them once. I must have since I voted for them for most of my life in local, state and federal elections. Doorbelled. Demonstrated. Got "Clean for Gene." Voted the ticket.
Now I just sit and watch a once great party dissolve like an Alka Seltzer in the ocean. The latest Mystery Play to be acted out in congress by what passes for the leadership of the Party is a classic case of "Send in the clowns." Censure out in the open and "impeachment" whispered in the wings. Kirkpatrick in today's Times gets close to the nub of the stupidity when he notes: "Republicans, worried that their conservative base lacks motivation to turn out for the fall elections, have found a new rallying cry in the dreams of liberals about censuring or impeaching President Bush."
What is essential to know is that every person--Republican or Democrat--who has been briefed on the NSA program supports it. In other words, those who actually have some knowledge about what is going on; and those who believe those who actually have some knowledge-- want to distance themselves as far as possible from the clowns who would use this issue to further divide the country and to forward their own presidential aspirations.
This doesn't account for the rabid, drooling lefty blogs, most of whom appear to represent the "base" (and I mean that in every possible sense of the word) of the Democratic party Vanderleun refers to. When they praise Feingold for doing "what is right", what they really mean is "thank you for acting out our narcissistic fantasies!"
Here in Ann Arbor, where far too many lawns have sprouted "IMPEACH BUSH" signs, I'm certain there would be joyful dancing in the streets similar to the unbridled happiness and mass hysteria we have all come to know and expect from the equally delusional Palestinians, whenever something bad happens to the U.S.
No, I am not saying that Feingold wants something bad to happen to the U.S. Goodness, I wouldn't dream of questioning his patriotism. He just simply doesn't care if something bad happens--as long as he can position himself as the new champion of the moonbat cause and further his own aspirations.
Send in the clowns? Don't bother they're here.