Open Eyes, Insert Icepick
Imagine for a moment that you’re a
member of a political party – let’s call it the Good Party – and you’ve been in
power for eight years, led by an elegant and sophisticated President who has
done many great and wonderful things. Now it’s election season, and the Good
Party has put up as its candidate a woman with vast amounts of political
experience, though she admittedly lacks the charm and charisma of the sitting
POTUS. Still, all she has to do to continue the Good Party’s legacy of doing great
and wonderful things is to beat the candidate of the opposing political party –
let’s call it the Bad Party – which wants to do trivial and awful things, so it
goes without saying it must be defeated.
Happily, the Bad Party has
nominated a complete oaf as their standard bearer. He is rich, loud, and
stupid. He’s a braggart. He has weird hair. And, most appalling and revealing of
all, he comes out of the gate filled with hatred and invective against Muslims
and Mexicans and all things foreign. Such a terrible human being MUST be
defeated, and because of his obvious shortcomings, that should be a fairly easy
task.
Then the unthinkable happens. Against
all odds, the Bad Party’s candidate wins the general election. As a member of
the Good Party, you ask yourself how this could have happened. And the answer
is self-evident: he must have cheated.
In fact, it’s the ONLY possible
explanation. It couldn’t be because the Bad candidate outworked and out-thought
and out-maneuvered the Good candidate. It couldn’t be because he spent far less
money, because the party that spends the most money almost always wins
elections. It couldn’t be because he had a message that resonated with voters,
unless they were as stupid and awful as he was, which a lot of them were, but
not all of them, like college educated white women, who, for unfathomable
reasons, voted for the oaf and not the history-making female. It couldn’t be
because a vast number of Americans were just sick and tired of being looked
down at by the smugly complacent media elites who openly rooted for the Good
Party and called the Bad Party candidate and his supporters every unflattering
name in the book. And it couldn’t be because this totally unqualified Bad Party
candidate outlined a clear plan of what he wanted to do if he won, because the stupid
and bigoted morons who make up the Bad Party base don’t understand or care
about the nuances of policy-making, so busy are they swilling crappy domestic
beer, shooting off guns, and having sex with barnyard animals.
So The Big Orange Clown Douchebag must
have cheated. (That’s the ticket. And if he didn’t actually cheat, he probably
wanted to. That’s the kind of disgusting person he is.) So let’s follow the
logic. Cheating usually implies an act that’s also criminal, so we now have a criminal occupying the White House,
which is very very bad for the Republic. The exact nature of his criminality
can’t yet be known in any great detail, but we know that it exists, somewhere –
an intercepted phone call… “Vlad, this is Jered Kushner, calling with an
interesting proposition from the President Elect”… or maybe photographs of the
President Elect’s daughter talking to a Russian nanny… or… something. Evidence of
criminal activity must exist, and if we can’t find any actual evidence of
wrongdoing, it’s not because it doesn’t exist. It’s because we haven’t looked
hard enough.
So… what to do about it? A man that
you KNOW, deep in your heart, is a criminal and quite possibly insane, is
inaugurated. And that’s unacceptable. That cannot stand. He’s not your President. He’s illegitimate, a
make-believe “President” who must be stopped before it’s too late.
RESIST! RESIST! RESIST! Those are
the fighting words that make the rounds in your pea-sized brain. Resist,
because you have no ideas. Resist, because you have no Good Party candidates
sitting on the bench who might stand a chance in the next election. Resist,
because being more virtuous than thou
is the sine que non of the
Progressive identity. Resist, with your ironic pink pussy hats and your marches,
and if a couple of store windows get broken, it’s completely understandable,
because the horrid new “President” is such a polarizing figure he evokes hatred
even in the purest of hearts.
Perhaps you hoped that all that
marching and protesting and resisting would cause the “President” to
reconsider, to realize he was in way over his head and resign, you know, for
the good of the country. But of course he didn’t do that, because he doesn’t
care about the country. He only cares about himself.
Fortunately, the Constitution gives
you a way to get rid of a big fat stupid liar misogynist pig “President” who
doesn’t care about the country and only cares about himself. It’s called IMPEACHMENT.
With the Bad Party now in control of both Houses of Congress, impeaching the
“President” will be difficult, but not impossible. If the electorate can be
convinced the “President” is an incompetent boob, being investigated for
colluding with the Russians to throw the election in his favor; if the media
continues to examine every single POTUS misstep – and there will be many – with
the intensity of Watergate or the Warren Commission; if every news show on the fake
“President” lards every story on his actions with words like blunder, bungle,
blooper, botch, gaffe, treason, collusion, conspiracy, Russia, racist, impeachment,
chaos, lies, failure, fiasco, impeachment, white supremacy, amateur, Putin, impeachment;
if every executive appointment is slow-walked; if every legislative proposal
put forward by the Bad Party is ridiculed and lied about and obstructed; if
every success is ignored or impugned; if all this can be accomplished without
ever resorting to actual facts or evidence, maybe you’re on to something.
Maybe you can break away a fraction
of the drooling illiterate Red State dopes who voted for the Bad Party and
convince them to vote for the Good Party by sheer repetition of unsubstantiated
and ultimately trivial charges. Maybe by pointing to falling poll numbers you
can unnerve a dozen Bad Party congressmen and a half-dozen senators into voting
for articles of impeachment, and get rid of the fake “President” in a
constitutional way.
And if that doesn’t work, there’s
always rioting and looting and stamping your feet, holding your breath, and shooting the occasional Bad Party Congressman.
Because, you know, love trumps hate.