Monday, February 29, 2016

To vote or not to vote

Tomorrow is primary day in Massachusetts and I don't know what to do.  The Washington Post has an article on Bay State Republicans (there are a few of us) and how Donald Trump has won their hearts and minds.  I'm mortified by the thought.  This is our nominee?

I fear that Trump has entered the same Zone reserved for Barack Obama back in 2008 where almost nothing he says or does will be counted as a strike against him.  Supporters don't care: he's their guy.  Trump is aided by a weak field of undistinguished senators and a general backlash against all establishment candidates, the same phenomenon that is elevating Bernie Sanders.

Geez, do I have to vote for Rubio?  Is he our only hope?  Can I write in "NOT TRUMP" and erase a pro-combover vote; does it work that way?  It should.

Since my vote usually doesn't count for squat in Massachusetts, I'll probably get a six of IPA and watch Netflix.

Extra - Nate Silver: "And if you are a movement conservative, Trump is arguably a pretty terrible choice, taking your conservative party and remaking it in his unpredictable medley of nationalism, populism and big-government Trumpism."  Yep.


...the horror... ...the horror... said...

Chris Christie's wordless screaming

Chris Christie spent the entire speech screaming wordlessly. I have never seen someone scream so loudly without using his mouth before. It would have been remarkable if it had not been so terrifying.

Sometimes, at night, do you still hear them, Clarice? The screaming of the Christies?

His were the eyes of a man who has gazed into the abyss, and the abyss gazed back, and then he endorsed the abyss.
He looked as if he had seen a ghost and the ghost had made him watch Mufasa die again.
“When are they coming to airlift me out?” Chris Christie’s eyes are pleading. “Please tell me that they are coming and that it is soon.” But then his expression hardens. Chris Christie knows that they are not coming back for him.

This is his life now.
Nobody is coming for you, Chris Christie. Nobody is coming to save you.
Chris Christie is realizing that the steak he gets to eat inside the Matrix is not worth this.
Chris Christie has no mouth, but he must scream.

Anonymous said...

Self-contradictory liberal fantasy. If it's humor you want, try this:

Rubio Sounded Like ‘Baghdad Bob’ Last Night

Eric said...

I must confess: that Christie look was bizarrely funny.