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What an awful party

My Facebook news feed is pretty much a never ending scroll filled with the embarrassing antics of today's pitiful Republican Party. It's a bit sad considering their history. While the Democrats were the party of slave owners, Republicans were largely united behind crushing the slave aristocracy, and in some cases they were radical abolitionist revolutionaries advocating the expropriation and redistribution of massive amounts of private wealth. They were our Jacobins.

Now they offer us Mitt Romney, a silly little man you wouldn't notice in an empty room.

To be sure, I'm no supporter of the Democrats. They are the party of perpetual war, among other horrible things. However, a quick look through their history doesn't offer you the same kind of teeth grinding question marks. Everything about them is suspect. They never offered hope. (Despite the latest rhetoric.)

The Republicans were, at least at one time, different. Granted they have been brutal enemies of working people for decades now, but their tumble downhill has become much harder to watch since they so opportunistically embraced the south. In recent years it has become simply unwatchable. I hate to start hypothesizing about what a person who no longer exists might possibly think about the party he brought to prominence, because, you know, he doesn't exist. But if he could render his opinion (here I go) he'd most certainly ask to be dead again.

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