Well, Mitt Romney (actually the RNC) sent me another begging letter – a two pager, telling me about Mitt’s stellar “conservative business principles” and “fiscal discipline.” I guess they didn’t get the message last time.
So I wrote a bit longer letter in reply:
Dear Mitt (or other RNC politbot – not that I have any illusions that someone will actually read this missive):I received your letter recounting your record as governor of Massachusetts and asking for my monetary support of the RNC. I noted, after studying the letter thoroughly, that while you spoke highly of your “conservative business principles” and “fiscal discipline,” you made absolutely no mention of “Romneycare” and what it has done to your state’s economy.
I find I am reminded by the current race for President of the 2003 recall election of California governor Gray Davis, wherein several candidates vied for the captaincy of the Titanic and then the titular Republican victor proceeded to rearrange the deck chairs – for two terms. This is that election, I think, writ an order of magnitude or two larger.
President Obama, ex-Speaker Pelosi and Senate Majority Leader Reid have been boring holes in the bilges of the Ship of State. I have no illusions that you as President can plug them. So no, Mr. Romney, I won’t be sending you or the RNC any money this year, or in 2014. At best, I will vote “Republican” because it will slow the rate at which this nation sinks, but at this point I don’t think there’s much chance of saving the old girl. We’re past that, I think. As someone recently said, when your last Republican opposition dropped out,
“Given how the GOP field has been winnowed, this has really just been a race to determine the form Gozer the Traveler takes.
“So this just means the giant Slor is off the table and we’re choosing between the moving Torb and the Staypuft Marshmallow man.” (Ghostbusters reference, look it up.)
That’s a T-shirt design now, if you weren’t aware. They sell it at Despair.com. I bought one.
Sincerely,
Kevin Baker
It goes out in tomorrow’s mail in the RNC’s postage-paid envelope. Useless, but it makes me feel better.