Friday, April 25, 2008
Blather on, Al. Give ‘em hell, Zell
Just as Gore represents the blame-America leftists who have pirated the Democratic Party, Miller represents those Democrats who have been set adrift by Gore’s party.
Zell-Al Real Reality Show
John L. Perry: Inquiring minds are asking: Is Al Gore off his meds? What’s Zell Miller doing addressing the Republican National Convention? Informed minds already know the answer.
There’s nothing bi-polar, topsy-turvy or uncharacteristic about what either of those Democrats is doing. Both are being what they actually are. This is a real reality show.
The former Democratic vice president from Tennessee and the retiring Democratic senator from Georgia accurately epitomize what’s become of the Democratic Party in the past decade.
The Democratic Party has become captive of the extreme left in America and thus the logical cote for the political cuckoos in quest of a congenial perch.
Little Albert, as Gore is regarded without tribute in his sort-of home state, it’s no surprise today to see him acting bug-swattin’ nuts on television. After his layer after layer of reinventions, the Al Gore you now see really is the real Al Gore.
Gore has always been most at home deep into the marshes of neo-Marxist, Trotsky-genre radicalism. When his carotid artery starts pumping and his visage turns from pasty blank to raspberry-purple, that’s our Al all right.
The party of Jefferson, Wilson, FDR, Truman, heck, even Carter and Clinton has in the past 10 to 12 years lurched drunkenly to the left. It’s now so hard aport that its new captain might as well be Admiral Gore, with Screechin’ Howard Dean his ideological first mate.
That ungainly, morose Massachusetts senator who will be the 2004 Democratic presidential nominee is little more than an expensively attired, stiff-collar, hereditary-commissioned, ornamental show-off striding the deck as if he actually knew where he was or where the ship is going. Kerry may surmise he’s captain, but watch the mutiny should he dare order a tack to starboard.
Just as the Democratic Party has caromed off to the left so far it is the perfect platform for the likes of Gore, so has it left Miller no comfortable planking to plant his feet other than amidships of the Republican Party.
No, it’s not Zell who has changed his compass heading. It’s the Democratic Party that’s gone missing.
When Gore disgorges, he stokes the adrenalin of homesick far-leftists who are not numerous enough to elect dogcatchers and have nowhere else to go unless it is to help Ralph Nader and his leftover wobblies give George W. Bush an even-wider margin of victory in November.
When Miller mounts the Republican convention podium and warns America about an “out-of-touch, ultraliberal from Taxachusetts” that his Democratic Party has come up with this year, he will be speaking to the hearts and minds of millions of other voters of independent mind who, along with him, have been betrayed.
So, blather on, Al. Give ‘em hell, Zell.
Zell-Al Real Reality Show
John L. Perry: Inquiring minds are asking: Is Al Gore off his meds? What’s Zell Miller doing addressing the Republican National Convention? Informed minds already know the answer.
There’s nothing bi-polar, topsy-turvy or uncharacteristic about what either of those Democrats is doing. Both are being what they actually are. This is a real reality show.
The former Democratic vice president from Tennessee and the retiring Democratic senator from Georgia accurately epitomize what’s become of the Democratic Party in the past decade.
The Democratic Party has become captive of the extreme left in America and thus the logical cote for the political cuckoos in quest of a congenial perch.
Little Albert, as Gore is regarded without tribute in his sort-of home state, it’s no surprise today to see him acting bug-swattin’ nuts on television. After his layer after layer of reinventions, the Al Gore you now see really is the real Al Gore.
Gore has always been most at home deep into the marshes of neo-Marxist, Trotsky-genre radicalism. When his carotid artery starts pumping and his visage turns from pasty blank to raspberry-purple, that’s our Al all right.
The party of Jefferson, Wilson, FDR, Truman, heck, even Carter and Clinton has in the past 10 to 12 years lurched drunkenly to the left. It’s now so hard aport that its new captain might as well be Admiral Gore, with Screechin’ Howard Dean his ideological first mate.
That ungainly, morose Massachusetts senator who will be the 2004 Democratic presidential nominee is little more than an expensively attired, stiff-collar, hereditary-commissioned, ornamental show-off striding the deck as if he actually knew where he was or where the ship is going. Kerry may surmise he’s captain, but watch the mutiny should he dare order a tack to starboard.
Just as the Democratic Party has caromed off to the left so far it is the perfect platform for the likes of Gore, so has it left Miller no comfortable planking to plant his feet other than amidships of the Republican Party.
No, it’s not Zell who has changed his compass heading. It’s the Democratic Party that’s gone missing.
When Gore disgorges, he stokes the adrenalin of homesick far-leftists who are not numerous enough to elect dogcatchers and have nowhere else to go unless it is to help Ralph Nader and his leftover wobblies give George W. Bush an even-wider margin of victory in November.
When Miller mounts the Republican convention podium and warns America about an “out-of-touch, ultraliberal from Taxachusetts” that his Democratic Party has come up with this year, he will be speaking to the hearts and minds of millions of other voters of independent mind who, along with him, have been betrayed.
So, blather on, Al. Give ‘em hell, Zell.
