Posted on 07/25/2008 11:02:59 AM PDT by Areopagus
I was advised that this scenario would not be entertained on anywhere else. The member that I discussed it with couldn’t, or wouldn’t explain why. I was just trying to understand the great disparity between the goals of Free Republic at the About Free Republic webpage and all the policies of Free Republic that are diametrically opposed to the goals.
This very expressive, dedicated Christian conservative member became decreasingly communicative with every attempt of mine, to simply understand the enigmatic aspects of that political website. All communication of this nature ceased when I suggested that the site change its name to Alice’s Republic; because it is an adventure in Wonderland, with all its colorful cast of characters there.
As I was checking out of the rabbit hole, I heard a faint voice from Hotel California, a cowering soul, mumbling what sounded like “Free Republic.” I didn’t catch the screen name of the captive free spirit; but the Red Queen did. And, you know, “Off with his head;” just like Lewis Carroll said. So, they are playing strictly by that surrealistic script in their “Theater of the Absurd.”
This hypothetical is for the sole sake of discussion at Free Republic. It wishes no harm to anyone. It must have been imagined by others, though I haven’t seen anything like it. But something similar must have occurred to many others.
This is not a wish, hope, or dream, or anything like that. It’s just to probe the thoughts of thinkers. And in the current state of political affairs, it seems that anything is thinkable, but the right thing. There seems to be a national aversion to the right thing, coupled with a natural inclination to the wrong things – two of which are running for Tyrant in Chief.
This hypothetical concerns that bipartisan race, between a pair of horses, one of which is two-faced. It may be better to call them thoroughly bad, than thoroughly bred. We don’t want to give thoroughbreds or any horse a bad name; even though horses and those two racers are full of the same. Makes you want to sign-up to kill crazies in the Mid-East, just to get away from the stench of those two beasts. If not, you must be part of the REVOLution, and in a quandary about where to flee for your life and liberty, with your property in tow and hopes of happiness all aglow.
Anyway, both horses, one white & one black, move into the starting gate. There is a good crowd in attendance. The white horse is considerably older than the black horse; and is subject to expiring at any moment. Well, it does in the starting gate. Here one minute and gone the next. It’s possible, isn’t it? Life happens and so does death. And for sole sake of discussion, assume that old white horse had heart failure from too much primary race stress. (This is just for sake of discussion; with nothing but the very best of wishes to all animals. It’s just a harmless analogy used only for purposes of illustration. No member of the animal kingdom is in danger here.)
Everyone wants to see a race every four years; but there must be a protracted funeral procession first. And this extended time gives the owners of the black horse opportunity to think, while the white horse fans attend to funeral duties.
Both owners have lengthy discussions during and after the funeral; and reach a tentative agreement that must be presented to the white horse fans prior to proceeding as agreed. The black horse will run under the colors of the white horse against an old white mare running under the former colors of the black horse. Put another way, the black horse only changed running colors, nothing else.
In times past, this would have been outrageous; but times are a changin.’ And change is all anyone has, or wants, provided it’s only change of pace maintained in the wrong direction.
The young, galloping black horse recently beat the old, loping white mare. So, the white horse fans with the new black horse have a proven winner! And all they ever cared about was winning. It didn’t matter how they did it; because they had a very big tent to please. The black horse fans get to see their old white mare lope again, under their own colors; and regardless of which horse wins, they win. So, it’s a win-win situation for the black horse fans. Will the white horse fans take the magnanimous offer and cheer for their new black horse on race day?
Do you think Free Ripublic, J. Dobson, Rod Parsley, John Hagee, both Limbaughs, Annie Coulter, P.J. Buchannan, Eagle Forum, Human Events, NewsMax, Gary Bauer, Washington Times, Fox News, Weekly Standard, Pat Robertson, Mike Huckabee, Wall Street Journal, National Review, First Things, Christian Science Monitor, Southern Baptists, Northern Methodists, Eastern Catholics and Californian crazies would cheer Obama to victory? The correct, unqualified, unequivocal, answer is obvious, isn’t it? Its saliency slaps you in the face with a liberal dose of bone-chilling reality, in a way you’ll never forget.
They are all in it to win it, no matter what. Like Dobson said, they can change their Collective Mind in midstream. But…there’s that notorious word again, “BUT!” Seems the GOP invented it: “I’m pro-life; but….” Substitute whatever Constitutional text you want for the term “pro-life” and you get the same phrase, ad infinitum, ad nauseam. So, there may be a slight problem with the otherwise obvious outcome of this scenario. It could be the deal breaker – the proverbial last straw on the ungracefully aged Pachyderm’s back.
Have you already guessed it and beat the agonizingly slow hunt-&-peck typing to the all too obvious punch line? If you are a political junkie, you knew the answer from the start. In fact, you recognized the scenario at first mention of the word. But, political novices need a reminding clue of the prominent, defining characteristic mentioned in the opening description of the race horses. The Republican Party faithful would notice it at first glance, while looking the “gift horse in the mouth.” Obama has only one face; and the Party faithful always demanded two! What would you do?
What are they going to do? “What would the brilliant Rove do?” Grow him a conservative face, just for the race!
That’s the hypothetical presented with no harm intended to any party animal, or anyone’s political hyper-sensitivities; and well wishes to all, but contra-revolutionaries.
With all due respect to those riding “a horse of a different color,”
Yes....Yes it WAS! ;^)
My complaint about Mrs. Areopagus Z Troll, Esq.
So here I am taking time out of my busy schedule to let you and maybe a few other people know that we are now stuck with a dirty revanchism bearing a human face — that of Mrs. Areopagus Z Troll, Esq.. Before I launch into my rant, permit me the prelude caveat that if we can understand what has caused the current plague of nefarious opportunists, I believe that we can then bring fresh leadership and even-handed tolerance to the present controversy. Mrs. Areopagus Z Troll, Esq. yearns for the Oriental despotisms of pre-Hellenic times, the neolithic culture that preceded the rise of self-consciousness and egoism. By the same token, Areopagus abhors the current era, in which people are free to build a true community of spirit and purpose based on mutual respect and caring. You know what I mean? I won’t mince my words: If she wants to be taken seriously, she should counter the arguments in this letter with facts, not illogical panaceas, personal anecdotes, or insults. You know what? Areopagus ought to realize that the most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do. Unfortunately, she tends to utter so much verbiage about neopaganism that I can conclude only that I can no longer get very excited about any revelation of Areopagus’s hypocrisy or crookedness. It’s what I’ve come to expect by now.
Mandarinism is the answer but only if the question was, “What’s the moral equivalent of letting Areopagus silence critical debate and squelch creative brainstorming?” She has been known to say that her expostulations enhance performance standards, productivity, and competitiveness. That notion is so unenlightened, I hardly know where to begin refuting it.
Areopagus’s allies resist seeing that trying to assuage the hungers of Areopagus’s forces with servings of fresh scapegoats is just as crude as trying to keep a close eye on those who look like they might think an unapproved thought. They resist seeing such things because to see them, to examine them, to think about them and draw conclusions from them is to show Areopagus how she is as wrong as wrong can be. When she made her puppy-dog lieutenants wag their little tails by promising to let them create problems that our grandchildren will have to live with, I realized for the first time that the pressures and stresses that Areopagus’s toadies undergo lead them to descend to character assassination and name calling. And I can say that with a clear conscience because those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Of course, if Areopagus had learned anything from history, she’d know that she swears that the Queen of England heads up the international drug cartel. Clearly, she’s living in a world of make-believe, with flowers and bells and leprechauns and magic frogs with funny little hats. Back in the real world, we can’t stop Areopagus overnight. It takes time, patience and experience to give direction to a universal human development of culture, ethics, and morality. In conclusion, let me just say that the idea of basing our entire society on disaffected conformism is so far from reality, it’s laughable.
I wish I could say it was entertaining to read the verbose ramblings of those who try to express themselves in an intellectual manner, but instead deliver irrational, incoherent rantings.
I want the three minutes of my life back that I wasted reading your post.
IBTZ
That is a wonderful photo. I’d almost marry that girl just based on the fact that she has attitude...
C’mon, areo...come out and play some more!
You don’t really mean it.
Get to the point already!
This troll is trying to play on the greek word for “supreme court”
Areios Pagos
HA!
As I was checkigg out of de rabbit hole, uh uh uh, I heard a fait boice from Hotel Calif’nia, a cowebuhrigg soul, mumbehligg what soundid like “Free Republic.” I didn’t catch the, ERRRR, screen name of the, errr, cappibe free spirit; but de Rid Keen did. And, uh uh uh uh, you know, uh uh uh uh uh uh, “Off wid his gord;” dgust like Lewis Carroll said. So, dey are playigg strict by dat surrealistic scripp in deir “Deateh of de Absurd.”
Dis hypodetical is f’ the, ERRRR, sole sake of discusshun at Free Republic. It wishes no harm t’ anyone. It must habe been imaginid by odehs, duuhhhh, dough I haben’t seen anydigg like it. DOIHH!But somedigg similar must habe occurrid to many odehs. Uhhh....
Dis is not a wish, hope, uh uh uh, or dream, or anydigg like dat. It’s dgust t’ probe the, duh uhh, thoughts of dinkehs. And in the, errr, current state of political affairs, duuhhhh, it seems dat anydigg is dinkaggle, but de rite digg, GEEEHEEHEEE.Dehe seems t’ be a nashunal abehshun t’ de rite digg, coubled wid a natural inclinashun t’ the, uh, the wrong diggs – two of which are runnigg f’ Tyrant in Chief.
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