So read Borosage's post and let us know what you think the Republican Party should be doing to save itself. Electing McCain/Palin clearly is not the answer. What do you think the answer is?
Talk about a hanging curve...Still, if someone throws it, someone else is morally obligated to hit it.
The Republican Party, in order to save itself, should do what the children of Israel did to save themselves upon their exodus from Egypt. They wandered in the desert for forty years.
What was the life expectancy around that time? Who the hell knows. Let's say sixty years. In which case, everyone over the age of twenty (except Moses and his posse) could be expected to die before the Jews were allowed past the velvet rope into the Promised Land.
Thus for the GOP. Literally: send them, at taxpayer expense, to some vast desert area in, say, Saudi Arabia or Libya (or Iraq), and let them wander. Sans GPS, sans cell phones, sans every other goddamn thing except a couple bottles of Jim Beam and a case or two of Vienna sausage. They'll get by.
In fact, they'll love it. They adore being -- or, at least, claiming to be -- persecuted. And they'd be thousands of miles from all the things they (profess to) abhor: government; freedom-hating "liberals"; nanny-state hand-outs; labor unions; forced indoctrination in evolution, sex education, contraception, long division, and arugula maintenance; mandatory health insurance, gun licensing, fluoridation, speed limits, abortions, Title IX -- hell, mandatory anything; media; gay marriages; elitist elites; Michael Moore.
Of course, if they "love it," how does that purify and temper and improve the Republican Party? Won't this enforced isolation make them hew to their quaint and barbaric values all the more? Won't they just emerge from exile tanned, leather-skinned, lean, mean, dumber than ever, truly inbred and ready to rule?
Yes, they will. But no one will recognize them. In the forty years of their absence we will (despite regular "Where Are They Now and What the Heck Are They Eating?" features on TV and in magazines) have moved on. Hillary's second term will have long-since ended, Barack Obama will have won his third Nobel Prize, Karl Rove will be literally dead, and the Cubs dynasty will have come and gone. The Internet will have attained self-consciousness and ended global warming. Sarah Palin's grandchild (named "Jane," to spite the mother's mom) will have children of her own.
After forty years, the next generation of Republicans, purged and cleansed by their nomadic desert life, will arrive in the U.S. like the sand people in Dune visiting the capital, but without all their moral authority and the riding-giant-worms thing.
They will reveal themselves to an amazed, educated, sympathetic, and pitying public for what they are: the offspring of a brutal, ignorant, and savage tribe once somehow involved in U.S. politics and now, both for the good of themselves and for the nation (and, therefore, the world), thankfully an anomaly, an historical curiosity and a reminder of our less civilized past.
Interestingly, four decades of insulation from the rest of the English-speaking world might result in a pressurized mutation of their language, leaving them speaking a pidgin amalgam of American English, Christian code words, hate-garbled profanity, and the normal sort of secret language that evolves among isolated groups. Thus, while we may still think of them as "The Republican Party," their name for themselves might to our ears sound like "Duh Ruppin Pie" or "The Rubber Part," etc. We should not be surprised to see their leader step forward, on the tarmac at JFK, and shout into the microphones, "WE BE THE RUBBER PART AND WE ARE RUN FOR PREZNIT GOD BLESS!"
Their future as a political force in the U.S. will, by then, be past discussion. But, in their absence, we will have become, once again, a compassionate people. We will allow them to live out their lives on a reservation somewhere in Arizona. Because, as someone will vaguely remember, they used to like Republicans in Arizona.
Crossposted at What HE Said.