Attention GOP Leadership:

If your plan was to make people so disgusted with your cowardice, your disorganization and your political tone-deafness that they either stop contributing to the RNC, or they decide to just sit out the next election (because what’s the point), or they decide to vote out every stinking one of you in the next elections, because you freaking well deserve ouster for literally doing nothing constructive and squandering your majority…well…you have succeeded spectacularly! Beyond your wildest imaginings, I am sure.

I can’t think of a single reason to vote to re-elect a any one of you.

The world is tilting, and you useless, ineffectual, dithering moneysuckers seem increasingly to be empty suits, given shape and movement not by ideas and a willingness to serve the electorate, but by wispy tufts of ambitious smoke. You seem directed toward nothing more than keeping your almighty Senate or House seat in your name. You give away your power, you give away your advantages in committee, you leave in place utterly feckless people like Arlen Specter and then, when you finally seem like you are on the cusp of doing something productive and right, like investigating the CIA or okaying drilling in a bare, muddly, uninhabitable tundra, you fall into a faint and go slinking back to your states and districts to gladhand and pump for money and then gladhand some more.

In Vegas they have a name for folks like you, who smile and smile and dig money out of people while giving them nothing, literally nothing – not even a loveless tumble, for their dough. They’re called shills. Dolled up, ultra-cleavaged bimbos whose whole job is to create illusions – they are there to make a weakling feel strong, attractive and witty, until he goes broke, at which point the shills toe it for another table, and start romancing the chips away from another dumb schlub.

A guy doesn’t usually realize he’s been shilled until he’s back from vacation, staring at his empty bank account and his bills, and wondering what madness possessed him to tarry so long with a broad so empty.

Well, you folks are the broads, and I’m tired of being shilled. I only became a Republican because I wanted to be able to vote in primaries and I admired George W. Bush. I don’t need to be a Republican anymore. I can’t see what possible purpose there is to it.

This is like watching a World Series where the series is tied 3 games to 3 and the stronger team comes out on the field and declares, “we forfeit. We just don’t feel like playin’ anymore…”

I used to believe that Americans got the leadership they deserved. I don’t believe that anymore. I don’t believe anyone “deserves” this sort of testacle-free, untrustworthy so-called “leadership.”

I ain’t gonna be a chump again. The shills are exposed. All bets are off.

I will spend the next election, and the one following it, doing everything I can to replace you disappointing, entrenched frauds and fakers with real people who have real stakes in what is going on in the nation and want to effect real change for the better.

Michelle Malkin has a collection of letters folks have sent to their reps. I suppose the writing is a good idea, but ultimately, these fools will not listen to a word of it, until they are ousted. Today the Marines mark their 230th Anniversary, too bad their examples of courage, sacrifice and honor are not reflected in the congress they help protect.

UPDATE: An emailer named Brian has taken me to task for excoriating these GOP “leaders” in a manner reminiscent of how he and others had excoriated the president upon his nomination of Harriet Miers, for SCOTUS. As I wrote in response: Correct. and don’t think I hadn’t thought of them as I was writing my rant – I did – I recognised that I was, in some measure, feeling very much as the anti-Miers folks must have felt at her nomination. But the biggest part of my un-ease with the attacks against Miers was due to her not being permitted her hearing, the president being told one month that he had the right to his nominees, and the next month being told – by the same folks – that he had no right to his nominee, at all. In the end, we may both be demanding that they – the GOP and the President – dance with the ones who brung ’em, so to speak, that’s true, but I had naively believed that what we all had said re Roberts – that the president was entitled to his nominee – was also true. I also felt that the president had nominated enough sterling judicial nominees to have earned the benefit of the doubt on Miers. Our reps, on the other hand, have done nothing lately to have earned that same benefit.

As to whether my anger here is edifyingly Christian? I can’t say; it probably is not, but then again, I’ve never suggested that I am an edifying Christian – mostly I make a point of telling you how frequently I blow it – which is why I need God! Near as I can tell, anger isn’t a sin unless you let the sun go down on it. I rarely do that, and there is nothing wrong with a fine Irish rant of a blustery afternoon – particularly when the GOP leadership needs a good kickin’.

There’s other angry folk out there – apparently Ankle Biting Pundit was pretty steamed last night, and Dr. Sanity, too – her post on “the game” is a must-read. Neo-neocon writes a thoughtful post on our weariness, but gives us a Churchillian reminder! Lorie Byrd hassome choice words, too. Prof. Bainbridge is feeling pretty much as I do, but he’s also angry at Bush and calling him an imposter. I’m not ready to say that – when you read that people think the economy is “bad” you realize that much of what is happening to Bush is simply the press doing a very effective job of talking down any good news. Michelle Malkin is posting reader emails and they’re pretty toasty!