I seldom talk about my one trip through Arizona’s revolving door of incarceration. There’s not much to tell, really. I took something that did not belong to me, I wanted to make things right, I admitted it, and I paid the price for it. Honestly, I was happy to do so. When you make the wrong choice you need to set things right, and I did.
My stay in the “Big House” is not my point here, though. It merely adds a bit more interest to the fact that I am now, and always have been, an actual conservative. Plus, my hope is that I can show my fellow law-abiding conservative friends that patriotism exists even in the most flawed human beings. After all, we are in a war for this country now, whether we want to admit it or not. We need all hands on deck, including those who have lost the right to vote.
I am an organic conservative. I like that term and those of us who are the real deal need to be clearly separated from the rest.
Pulling from Merriam-Webster’s definition organic is characterized by a systematic arrangement of parts whose elements fit together into a unified organic whole. Yep. As spoken so simply by that great intellectual Popeye, “I yam what I yam and that’s all what I yam.” Taking that idea a bit further, all of us who are the real deal need to be a unified organic whole, unshakable in what we believe and stand for no matter what ridiculousness is swirling around us.
This election year has been an unmitigated disaster for anyone who is an organic conservative. If I had to combine the number of times I mentally and physically face-palmed myself over the past eighteen months, I would currently be on life support suffering brain damage from repeated blows to the head. Honestly, I think it’s time that we come up with a new word for who we are instead of the word conservative. The Hannity-Ingraham-Coulter-Trump wing of the Grand Old Party has rendered that term poison.
The Grand Old Party? The only word there that makes sense anymore is Old, and I’m not referring just to the current age of its nominee.
We have to ask ourselves a question here. Why are we still trying to save a party that is hell bent on kicking any connection to the Constitution out of it? This isn’t a new phenomenon; it’s been going on for decades, and it’s just really a waste of time to continue arguing over saving the rotting corpse that is the GOP. We are still musing about finding the next Reagan, who many, including me, seriously believed was Ted Cruz. We grasp with death grips at anyone who gives us even the most meager hope that we can somehow revive a party that is a cancer of liberalism and socialism. Uh, guys? The GOP is riddled with cancer, and no amount of political chemotherapy is going to save it.
Tell me, organic conservatives (you scary ex-felons too), what is the game plan here? The party has nominated a complete fathead as its standard bearer. Donald J. Trump is not even remotely serious as a conservative, although I do believe he resembles a modern-day Republican just fine. He is a perfect reflection of the current GOP. Dishonest, reflexive, unmoored from morality and values, scheming, arm-twisting, and willing to bend any knee to socialist views for personal gain. The Party of Lincoln is really stinkin’ big time.
Quite frankly, I am tired of trying to convince glassy-eyed Republicans that they just aren’t getting it. Voting for Trump to deny Hillary the presidency is what I consider a forward retreat – Classic GOP behavior. This is the ultimate oxymoronic move of the current Republican Party. We have all been over-exposed to the concept of every time a door closes a window opens. Well, I have a more graphic picture of that scenario. The GOP house is on fire, the fire department is not coming, the door is wedged shut with burning debris, and the one available window is disintegrating in the flames. Excuse me, Constitutionalists. We need to make a hasty exit and run like hell, because the house is going to burn completely down and we do not deserve to be destroyed with it.
It simply is too late for us to ride into the Grand Old Party like the commoner patriots from the movie Braveheart. There we shall go, headed to D.C., astride our horses, SUV’s, motorcycles, trucks, scooters, and some skateboards waving our flags, pitchforks, and copies of the Constitution, rising up against oppression, while soaring music accompanies us in the background. We storm the city, demand justice, toss out the bums, and plant our flag of Americanism on the White House lawn. I do have my daydreams, and I will not let go of that particular one. Ever. Yet, some semblance of reality has to carry us forward.
We are wandering around in decay right now. Our former well-known conservative protagonists on the radio, television, and online have all but deserted us. Who here still considers the likes of Sean Hannity or Rush Limbaugh to be voices to be trusted anymore? Are we seriously going to pay further attention to sites like Breitbart or Drudge for one more minute of one more day? Does anybody here truly want to put any faith behind one more politician in the GOP that turns tail and abandons us when we need him to be the strongest? I am done with daydreams (except for that Braveheart one – that’s a keeper).
Change is hard. Change is scary. Change is also fraught with landmines and big cliffs to fall over. Change is our only option now. The GOP is gone, folks. It is not worth fighting for anymore and every moment that we continue to strategize about how to do it is one more moment we get closer to burning to death in that house.
Corruption is the stability of that party. The GOP needs corruption to survive, because all else is gone. I no longer listen to those who tell me that the GOP is better than the Democratic Party. No. It is not. Donald Trump is not going to fix anything, and neither are a continued Republican-led House and Senate. It is all lies and games and telling you what you want to hear, not what you need to hear.
I can tell you what I’m doing about all of this and I think all of us need to put our heads together and share what is working and what is actually plausible. Intellects much greater than mine are reading this post, and surely they can offer viable ideas, as well.
I have joined my state’s Convention of States movement. I am still in the early stages of considering it, but at least I am learning about it. I plan to continue heavy involvement in it at the moment.
I have stopped giving my time or attention to any GOP candidates. Period. My last foray into that game was with the Kelli Ward for Senate campaign here in Arizona this year. She started out as a great competitor to that entrenched corrupt-a-crat, John McCain. I attended events, stuffed envelopes, and made some calls for her. Then, the Trump supporters invaded and I could be seen running from the campaign in horror. When Kelli Ward’s Twitter account started re-tweeting Trump supporter sentiments using the words “Cuck” and “Lyin’ Ted”, I knew I had made the right choice. She deserved to lose.
I have abandoned the so-called Tea Party movement. It is a mere shell of what it once was. I was in on the ground floor back in 2009 here in my state. It was marvelous, real, and empowering. I spent precious money to travel to various events, including driving across the country to protest in November 2009 against the monstrosity that was the impending health care reform debacle. It was organic, and it was full of people who had no agenda other than actual patriotism and a return to the Constitution. Then, the politicians, money, and backstabbers started creeping in. Forget about the Tea Party. It has become a late-night comedy joke and a tool for the GOP to use to keep people clinging to nothing.
I am not interested in any of the existing third parties out there. Sure, I am going to join the Libertarian Party, right? This would be the party that decided Gary Johnson was the best it could put forward. Or, how about the Green Party? That doesn’t even deserve a discussion. There are various conservative third parties, but as with the Tea Party movement, they are in complete disarray and also completely dysfunctional.
My fellow organic conservatives (you scary ex-felons too), we need our own viable, living, growing, and substantive party. We need a platform to reach each other, discuss, and actually move the Constitution forward as the reason for the party existing.
I am tired of talking about doing something. I actually want to do something. I will drive anywhere, do whatever is needed, draft up any papers, talk to any people, and take the stones thrown at me with a smile on my face in order to make this happen. Don’t tell me it’s too hard. Seriously? I am willing to do whatever is needed, and I no longer even have the right to vote or arm myself. If I care enough to do this anyway, then you have no excuses.
There are my thoughts. Yours?