Come on, you Center-Right folk! If you can’t manage to do better than James Carville, then what’s the point?
Remember when James Carville smeared Paula Jones, saying you’ll never know what you’ll find “when you drag a hundred dollar bill through a trailer park.”
Remember the criticism he rightly received from conservatives for saying such garbage? . . . Someone tell me how Mr. Barron today is any different from James Carville then…
Read the whole thoughtful piece.
The worst thing about politics — the very worst thing about it — is how our political enthrallments help us to become everything we hate.
And so very quickly, and deceptively. It’s hate that feels like love.
The most insidious part of this Borg-like hate collective is how easily one can slip into its influence through the simple error of attaching real but disproportionate feelings of love onto things which are often illusory and ultimately temporary. I love my politics so much that I must hate you for your policies; I love my church so much that I must hate you for not loving it as intensely; I love the promise of my pension plan so much that I must hate you for pointing out that it is unsustainable; I love my opinions so much that I must not allow you to have opinions of your own.
Hatred is a twisting perversion of paradoxes wherein one can claim a love for God so fervent that it justifies hating another, even as God hates your hate, because it has been born of the absolute idol one has made out of one’s professed love.
Herman Cain has a lot of ideas, but as a candidate, he should, finally, have ended his campaign because he was really not up to snuff on foreign policy, and ineffectual in his policy descriptions, not because of what have ultimately been vague character sketches that he’s handled badly.
Nevertheless, becoming everything one hates does not help anyone. Herman Cain will be a memory, eventually. Not worth, perhaps, the damage to one’s spirit and soul.