Inspection- Suicide in the Political Wild West


by Ken Carman

 Up until now Democrats have reminded me of Albert Stark in A Million Ways to Die in the West who tried to avoid a gunfight no matter how cowardly his behavior was. Or maybe just some absurd version of what was always a failed cliché: two gunslingers facing each other off, one with a banana instead of a revolver, the other who delights in making the banana guy dance to the tune of Inspectionbullets.
 Such was the nature of confrontations between Republicans; those who dare call themselves “Conservative,” and most Democrats, even some progressives. And some of the dances are so counterproductive, idiotic, unnecessary that such success on the part of those with the actual gun only encourages them shooting more rhetorical bullets. Yet dance Dem leadership did anyway, thinking not confronting, not making them dance too, is a win. It just gives them more power and emboldens them.
 I’ll bet even Seth McFarlane would have trouble making that funny.
 These perpetual, distinctly unfunny, bits always started with simple things that seem relatively meaningless, insignificant. However ‘simple’ is an illusion. Fight even for the small things, or look weak, give them the courage to do the same when it comes to more crucial topics.
 Highlights of one seemingly insignificant item…
 Growing up Elizabeth Warren was told she had Native heritage. She gets mocked: rather poorly in the case of Trump who complimented her without intent. (Pocahontas was a brave, ethical, person who was kidnapped, abused, but still married an Englishman and helped settlers. Being called Pocahontas would be a COMPLIMENT.) The somewhat clever mocking term he couldn’t get right was “Fauxcahontas.”
 Except she DID have Native heritage, just not as much as her family thought.
 Who should apologize here? She who DID have that heritage, or those who were claiming she was “faux?” The embarrassment should be on the part of he who botched the insult and those who did the mocking: those who were WRONG. But, as usual, the left didn’t bother even pulling out their banana-gun. If the banana routine had been scripting in a Seth McFarlane movie it could have been framed as great slapstick schtick. Being national discourse every time it’s shake my head in disgust time and write another column.
 There’s nothing new about this game, or the cowardice of those who won’t call the right on their BS. When the media found a document that showed George W. didn’t complete his service, went AWOL, the left pulled down their own pants and ran away. How ’embarrassing.’ In an increasingly digital age where documents change it was a copy, someone at some point scanned it. But that doesn’t matter. What mattered was if the content the same as the original document, not the font or stock of paper. The secretary who had had it on her desk testified the CONTENT was the same.
 That’s all that should have mattered, yet even the courts were more impressed with form than content.
 Should I be surprised? In a time when too many remakes in movieland with great effects, a lot of impressive bangs and booms, are supposedly better than the originals with better scripts. The Day the Earth Stood Still comes to mind.
 Maybe things are improving. About damn time. When we let the small things slide why would we be surprised that the Mueller Report fades and so many still accept the lies Barr pushed? Or that throwing the Kurds into the meat grinder after they helped us will probably fade as an issue in a few days?
 As of late impeachment seems on track. For once Dems seem to want to hold the line. They don’t even seem to be accepting the, “Hey look over there!” Hunter Biden tactic. It’s certainly excuses nothing Trump has done, anymore than any interfering we have done excuses Russian interference.
 But I am, I admit, still a skeptic. I think they have proven in the past there are millions of ways for Dems to commit political suicide in the rhetorical wild west.

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Inspection is a column that has been written by Ken Carman for over 40 years. Inspection is dedicated to looking at odd angles, under all the rocks, and into the unseen cracks and crevasses, that constitute the issues and philosophical constructs of our day: places few think, or even dare, to venture.
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