I’m for War

The Florida Supreme Court has joined the Gore for President campaign committee by illegally usurping legislative power and more or less ordering the Florida Secretary of State to declare Al Gore the winner. In other words, the highest court in Florida has become an accessory to the crime of stealing the presidency and should be so prosecuted and punished once the rule of law is restored.

But, for the time being, the rule of law has been suspended in America, as we are operating under a dictatorship begun by Bill Clinton and now perpetuated by Al Gore, Bob Kerrey, and the Florida Supreme Court. During this time of political upheaval, it is incumbent upon American patriots to engage in tactics and to pursue strategies for the purpose of restoring the republican form of government guaranteed us by the Constitution.

Let’s begin with the recount. Republicans and other patriotic Americans who have access to the recount process in Florida must obstruct that count by any means necessary in order to cause the recounts in Miami-Dade and Palm Beach counties to miss the deadline of 5:00 PM Sunday, November 26. They
should do this by challenging every single ballot, by using the tactics Democrats have been employing, including putting Gore ballots onto Bush piles, destroying ballots, double counting, etc.

Let�s continue our turnabout with an all-out verbal assault on anyone who attempts to defend any aspect of the hand recount, the Florida Supreme Court decision, the statements and actions of Al Gore, etc. These
assaults should aggressive, unapologetic, mean, and hurtful for the purpose of humiliating liberal partisans and destroying their faith in the illegal system they have successfully supplanted over our former republic. This should include barrages of letters to the editor, e-mails to Democrat members of Congress in huge volumes, e-mails to liberal organizations and news outlets, and challenges to anything.

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November 18, 2000 · Filed Under Latest

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Election Eve

It’s midnight. George W. Bush has wrapped up his campaign with an energetic and enthusiastic rally in Austin, TX. Al Gore will be passing out smokes to the homeless in Orlando at 4:00 AM, warning voters and vacillators alike that if he loses, the gates of Hell will be opened and demons will eat the souls of women, uninsured children, and minorities. (Well, 3/5s of minorities. Sometimes it’s better to be on the right-hand side of the “persons and . . . ” equation.)

Anyway, with clear head, proud heart, and a glass of Hennessy cognac, it’s time to share my feelings at the real precipice of the 21st century.

I resist bed because tonight is the last night I can imagine victory, and for a frustrated former actor, imagining is sometimes far more pleasant than reality. Tomorrow, the cold measure of reality will grimly compare his truth against my hope and clinically report the gap. Tonight is Christmas Eve. Santa’s on his way. (But the Grinch is out there, too.) I might get everything I want, and more. I might get less. I might belong to one of those squalid families we hear about every year whose house burns to the ground on Christmas Eve; all the kiddies standing in the snow in their footie pajamas and a fire department blanket with a teddy bear dangling from a confused little hand.

My friends, this year was good year. We, as Republicans, presented to America a man of whom we can and should be very proud. In the currently popular parlance, George W. Bush is the most stand-up guy to run for President in my lifetime. Blasphemy against Reagan; I know. But it’s true.

Ronald Reagan was a man of very humble beginnings. He faced his problems like a man, but so did most of the men of his era and background. He didn’t know any other way to be. Contrarily, George W. grew up amidst power, money, and permissiveness as the eldest son of a former Congressman, ambassador, and CIA head in the 1960s. Moreover, W’s grandpa was a longtime U.S. Senator from Connecticut. W’s world was one in which Daddies made problems go away.

Just look at the Kennedy’s of Massachusetts. Murder, murder, drugs, assault, rape–all swept magically away by money, power, and threats of physical (or worse) violence. When George W. was arrested for drunk driving, instead of clamming up and running home to Daddy, he stood up and asked the arresting officer “what do I do next?” He pled guilty (not the pansy-ass no lo contendere), paid his fine, and took his lumps. That’s a man.

What’s more, Newsweek reports that numerous reporters (possibly including Newsweek’s own Howard Fineman) knew about this incident and knew that George W. refused to announce it because MADD recommended not sharing alcohol-related incidents with children. These reporters also knew that, being the stand up guy he is, Bush never had the records expunged, as was his right under Maine law 10 years after restoration of driving privileges.

They advised Bush to either expunge the record or tell the people himself. He would do neither, saying that family must come before politics and that erasing history is what Hitler tried to do. From “no controlling legal authority” to “I did wrong. What’s my punishment?” Night and day. Or, to borrow from Al Gore, Evil and Good.

Now, I love RWR as much as anyone, but I have to tell you, had Reagan been presented the choice of protecting his children at the risk of damaging his candidacy, the kids are toast. Like Reagan, though, Bush’s character was clear back in 1976. The arresting officer said of Bush, “he was a picture of integrity.” No one ever said that about Bill Clinton or Al Gore.

Hell, no one ever said that about me. (If they had, “Picture of Integrity” would be permanently emblazoned on my forehead . . . come to think of it, I might have that done anyway.)

Nonetheless, I hate to go to bed–but I must. 6:00 AM vote. 6:30 workout. 7:30 get the boys off. 8:00 Bush Cheney HQ for one last day of get out the vote calling, driving old folks to polls, and spinning the local media. Tomorrow night, the Republican party starts at 7:00 PM at a local hotel. I’ll probably be at Crossroads at 8:30 PM. After that, George W. Bush’s shine will be a little dimmer–he’ll be the President-Elect and subject, like the rest of us, to that cold, hard light of reality.