And that's the name of that tune!
It's a two-pronged self-inflicted pitchfork to the foot. When it comes to political combat, the Dems go for it like streetfighters. They fight to win. They fight like rabid dogs. They do not hold back, they do not pull their punches, and the only "rule" they observe is "will this help me win, or not?"
Our boys, on the other hand, steeped in the culture of the countryclub, step into the ring with Robert's Rules of Order under one arm, and The Marquis of Queensbury Rules under the other. And they leave on a gurney, mumbling something about "get the number of that truck!"
The other prong of the pitchfork is even bloodier. They treat their base like a classical abused wife, while going "Hey, babe!" to every Democrat constituency they encounter. The basic reality eludes them: The Democrat factions will gladly accept the handouts proffered -- and then vote Democrat.
The whole scene is mind-boggling. Alienating their own voters, while paying off the other party's hardcore constituents. Beyond madness.
Anyone who hasn't read Peggy Noonan's column today... should!
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