Mittens’ wholly predictable (and predicted) loss to Herr Zero has driven a significant number of formerly more-or-less sane Republicans full-bore, weapons-grade conspiracy theory batsqueak insane.
My God! Finally, someone who understands me!
My God! Finally, someone who understands me!
The primary (and fatal) logical fallacy underlying this whole raving, frothing TheySTOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLEIt!!! folles du FReep, of course, is that it's predicated upon a demonstrable imbecility: namely, that Mittens was the perfect candidate -- running the perfect campaign -- and that (therefore) no other possibility exists that might readily or conceivably explain his wholly inevitable electoral thumping.
In the eyes of his shriller, more spittle-fueled adherents and apologists hereabouts, you see, Mittens is much like a cow wandering placidly through the streets of downtown Cairo: immune to any/all criticism and/or impediment by divine principle, if not an object of abject veneration outright.
The cow is holy. The cow is perfect. If the cow, for whatever reason(s) -- by whatever unguessable confluence of events, in the course of its dull, plodding amblings -- doesn't end up wherever the hell it was it wanted to go to in the first place: that's wholly and unalterably your fault, buddy -- NOT the cow's.
The CINOs neither can nor will admit -- now or EVER -- that their rote, repeatedly failed p!ss-on-the-base-and-grovel-for-disaffected-liberals campaign strategy is what's genuinely at fault, for the second presidential election in a row.
The cow is holy.
The cow is perfect.
... and thus, predictably: the cow is now hamburger. ;)