Received a flyer today in the mail from the Colorado Republican Party entitled, “This is the story of William Ayers… Terrorist, Radical, Friend of Obama.” The flier, that I suspect was sent to unaffiliated voters, provides a short synopsis of the life and times of Ayers and concludes: “Ayers hosted a campaign launch gathering at his home in Chicago for Obama. Obama and Ayers served on two boards together, creating the by-laws together for one. Obama and Ayers are part of a ‘social circle’ in their Hyde Park neighborhood.” Golly, sounds pretty incriminating. But, just a thought here, couldn’t you have made the case that the little eight-year-old black kid actually lit the fuze for Ayers forty years ago? I mean, that tid-bit would play well with your base.
What lunatic within the Colorado Republican Party believes this crap will contribute to the McCain/Palin debacle. Whoops, I think I stated that wrong. Let me do it again. What lunatic within the Colorado Republican Party believes this crap will do anything to reverse the debacle the McCain/Palin ticket has become? What effing genius within the Colorado Republican Party believes that I, as an unaffiliated voter, will glean anything from this BE AFRAID, BE VERY AFRAID slick-backed missive to make me consider voting McCain/Palin?
The thing is, the flier doesn’t mention a thing about the Republican ticket, just a recapitulation of the same old, same old cheap shot Rovian politics of fear and paranoia. What’s up with that? Wouldn’t you think the Grand Old Party of Colorado would be prideful in its national ticket and, um, provide a few paragraphs about the old white guy and the “…you-betcha…” joe-six-pack charm of the neocon cheerleader from Alaska who shakes her pom-poms to ward off witches, to keep the Ruskies away from her bedroom window? Wouldn’t you think the Colorado GOP would spend their money furthering an argument FOR their candidates, rather than furthering an argument exquisitely representative of the kind of political lunancy the people of this country are damned sick and tired of?
I know… I ended a sentence with a preposition. Sorry.
This flier will, I guarantee you, cause many, many, many GOOD AMERICANS to pull the lever assuring the old white guy and his goofball running mate become a footnote in history…somewhere after Warren Harding, I suspect, or maybe closer to Soupy Sales.
YOU’VE MADE MY DAY, COLORADO REPUBLICANS. THANK YOU!