20 January 2009
Suppose that some unfortunate twist of fate befalls us and ... oh ... let's go for the the King of the Kooks ... Howard Dean is elected in 2008.
He settles into his chair behind the big desk in the Oval Office when it suddenly occurs to him: the survival of 300 million of us -- to say nothing of Civilization -- relies in huge part on the decisions he makes.
We are hip to the notion that, to Lefties, government is a giant gumball machine from which goodies -- paid for with someone else's quarter -- are dispensed to the lumpen masses in return for votes.
But "provide for the common defence" is the greatest charge the national government has.
We wonder how the Loony Left will react when and if one of its own comes to the realization that this is serious stuff. It's one thing to carp and criticize from the outside, to put politics ahead of sanity for the sake of getting elected and not having to produce anything of value in order to make a living.
But with responsibility comes ... well, responsibilty.
Suddenly, listening in on those on al Qaeda's speed dial might seem sensible to a President Dean.
We are confident that even the daffiest candidates of the Loony Left (though The Lunatic Al Gore might be an exception) are poseurs -- that their acts are a sop to the true nuts at Moveon.org and The Daily Kos whose support would help them attain the top office ...
We wonder what would happen, if, having ridden the bright, elusive butterfly of Bush-hatred into the Oval Office, a Moonbat-in-Chief suddenly ... grew up.
Whither the Disloyal Opposition then?
We hear Hamas is hiring.






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