A masterpiece of political marketing, we are blind men being sold an elephant.
Some of us think we’re buying a snake. They wink and gesture at the extreme anti-Roes, yes, for sure, he’s one of us, but we can’t just come right out and say it because then the liberals might thwart God’s Will. But trust us, the Leader knows what he’s doing, he wouldn’t have been nominated otherwise.
Others are being sold a tree. Sure, he said those things, but that’s just his job, there’s no reason to believe he’s an extremist in real life. No, really, he’s just a moderately conservative centrist, Sandra O’Connor with a dick, calm down, move along, nothing to see here, you looky-loos.
Probably only the devotees of the Mammonite Church actually know what they’re getting, who worship at the Citicorp Cathedral, who sing the hymns to unfettered and vigorous Entrepreneurship and the Holy Market. But there was never, ever any doubt on that score. They know him, they are sublimely confident, they have the reciept. He is theirs.
The maketing strategy depends on maintaining the discreet ambivalence. The Dems can ask all they want, they can’t make him rat himself out. He will offer them nothing to stand on, nothing to point at.
I concur with the learned counsel: we can’t win this one, you can’t play volleyball in quicksand, no points can be scored, so if the Forces of Darkness have a one point lead when the game starts, the game will end 1-0. Put up a good show of it, give him a hearty and careful grilling (while praying he steps on his dick…) and then confirm, reluctantly, in a spirit of accomodation and compromise. There are plenty of bozos on this bus, but no obstructionists. Save your ammo, then maybe you can save the whales.
If I ever have any reason to believe that a Senator gives a shit what I think, that’s what I’ll tell him.
Feh!..(shrug)…mazel tov! (in the sense of “Much good may it do you I hope you should get boils”)