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Those “F”s being:
Families,
Friends and
Financiers.

Teapublicans only care about their own little groupings. They regard the rest of us with indifference at best, or malevolent disdain at worst. GOPee Senator Rob Portman exemplifies this characteristic: he only started supporting gay rights after he found out his son was gay.

Before that, Portman hated him some gays, oh yes, he did. And Portman still hates the poor, women who have sex, and pretty much everyone else except for himself and his 1%, Teapublican Friends, Family and Financiers. It was only when the issue harmed one of his own Family members that he “saw the light”.

It’s not just Portman, of course:

* Mike FHuckabee hates criminals and wants them all to burn in hell for eternity, except for his own son and admitted child-molester Josh Duggar. Them, he wants to get a pass. Because they are in his immediate Family/Friends.

* Rand Paul, who deplores government interference in our private lives when it’s the NSA tapping his Family’s phones, but loves the government telling women what to do with their reproductive organs.

* Teapubbies who hate Obamacare until they or their Families get sick.

* Anti-Government Teabaggers who want the same Government they hate to help them out if they fall on hard times.

* “Small Government Republicans” who want Big Government to pay their Defense Contractor Friends. Or Oil Business Friends. Or Bribing Bastard Friends.

And so on. All these effing “F”s. “Republicans” care only about their own personal Friends, Families, and Financiers. Not the citizens, not the taxpayers, not the voters. Only their own little cliques of “F”s.

Once you understand that, you’ll understand why Repubs constantly act against the interests of their constituencies. And then you’ll understand why you need to vote them the “F” out of office.

Mr. Blunt and Cranky

Ever heard of Calvinball? It is a game in which the rules were made up by two comic-strip characters (Calvin and Hobbes) as they went along, changed at a whim, and sometimes resulting in injury and humiliation: however, the the game rarely results in a clear winner. Calvinball generally seems quite chaotic to an outsider.

The resemblance to politics seems quite apparent to this writer: two teams, each seeking to win, and employing all manner of artifice, cunning, and sneakiness to win the “game” (or at least have fun playing). Indeed, Calvin himself once said, “This game lends itself to certain abuses”, and that reinforces the political analogy.

Confession Time: Mr. Blunt and Cranky despises political parties, seeing them as inherently and actually corrupting organizations. Indeed, they have proven themselves to be every bit as detrimental to our nation as President Washington predicted. But as long as both parties played by the same set of “rules”, one could at least guess what sorts of nonsense and brouhaha would spew forth from our governmental entities.

Of late, the “Republican” party would seem to have decided to play a one-handed game of Calvinball: they have discarded the old rules of the political game, and decided to make up their own rules as they go along, without consulting the other “team” (or sometimes even members of their own). Not surprisingly, this is causing problems, for their party and the nation as a whole. Because, even in a game like Calvinball , both parties need to agree to the same overall framework. As said in the link above, “Calvinball cannot be played by enemies”: all sides must have a certain amount of trust in, and respect for, each other if the game is to be successfully played.

But the Repubs hate hate HATE President Obama in particular, and Democrats in general. Respect is long gone, and trust is nearly as dead. So as they change rules, the Boehner Brigade and Marching McConnells (and their counterparts across the nation) play their one-handed game not just to play, and not just to win; rather, their objective is to destroy their enemies. And that, Gentle Reader, is a really big problem.

The nature of a two-party system is that of a constant tug-of war: but not war. The one is people pulling on opposite ends of a rope to see who can pull the hardest, and the other is about wiping the opposition off the face of the earth. The Dems (especially the Prexy), bless their pointed little heads, are still acting like both sides are pulling on that rope: but the Repubs see the rope as a fuse, which they would love to light so as to blow the other party to smithereens.

Another analogy: in a game that has always been somewhat akin to a full-contact version of baseball, the Jackasses are throwing slow-pitch softballs, and the Elephants have switched to hand grenades. And put land mines under the rest of the field. And packed the stands with little baby elephants, each with his or her bag of peanuts, flag pin, and rocket launcher. And are adding new “rules” as each minute goes by, to boot.

If politics has become a game of Calvinball, then all the players must agree to play Calvinball. Right now, the “Republicans” have switched not just the rules, but the entire game: either the Democrats must also play Calvinball, or their antagonists need to go back to the old game and its rules.

Mr. Blunt and Cranky

Special thanks to a favorite blogger: NameBrandKetchup for reminding this writer of Calvinball in his post about relationships. Y’all ought to read his blog. Not sayin’ just sayin’.

This week, the NRA decided to paint targets on a couple of school kids, for the “crime” of being the President’s daughters. In addition to being vicious, despicable, and perhaps intended to incite terrorist attacks on innocent children, the advertisement stood out as being almost completely devoid of any factual accuracy of any sort.

Put plainly; the entire advertisement is a lie; analysis

And then, after being called out for their revolting screed about the Prexy’s kids, the NRA lied again, saying that the ad about Malia and Sasha was NOT about, well, Malia and Sasha.

To the usual Crown O’ Polished Turds, we shall add some shell casings, with sharp jagged edges to remind these useless terrorist f***s of the scars they are inflicting on children around the nation. Not that they would care: look at what some of their kids are like, after all.

Mr. B & C