You go to a restaurant and order pepperoni pizza. “Pepperoni — sure, coming right up!” they say. Then they hand you one covered with anchovies. “But I wanted pepperoni,” you say. “Take it or leave it,” they tell you. You take it. The next day, you go in and order pepperoni. “Pepperoni — sure, coming right up!” they say. Then they hand you one covered with onions. “But I ordered pepperoni!” you insist. “Take it or leave it,” they tell you. You take it. This goes on every day, week after week, year after year. You order pepperoni, and they tell you “it’s coming right up”, but each time they bring you something else.
Well, okay — maybe on Day 100, they finally bring you a pie with a coupla little bits of pepperoni-like product scattered across it.
How long do you keep eating the pizza at this place before you say, “Gee, maybe it’s time I find a different restaurant?”
The “Republican” restaurant can only give me my correct pizza one time out of a hundred. But the only other restaurant (Democrat) will serve me dog food instead. There is no other restaurant. I like pizza better than dog food. Again, this is the field that exists.