By doing absolutely, unequivocally F**K ALL about, well, anything in regards to bettering this country in time of peril---let alone participating in its governance---the current crop of McConnell-led Republicans are clearly letting everyone know that the disastrous state of the economy is their own convenient 9/11.
The original 9/11 gave the previous incarnation of Republicancers their opportunity to rip out the nation's wiring and replace it with jerry-rigged folderol masquerading as legislation; little caustic booby traps calculated to distract and derail the regulatory mechanisms the Founders installed so painstakingly.
While everyone panicked and duct-taped their windows, the gremlins fiddled with the Constitution and the Supreme Court, simultaneously prodding the talk-big-carry-a-little-stick Democrats to see if they had the moxie to interrupt their mischief. Which of course they didn't.
Disaster capitalists to the core, Republicans have been parading their mistress Misery around like a gilded-tooth pimp, luxuriating in the country's dire condition and making them all positively, tauntingly tumescent.
It's becoming old already, but no less effective that panic and disarray makes a lot of money for a lot of people investing heavily in the perpetuation of pain. But it's the most low-brow of investment strategies since it's a sure bet with a quick return, especially given the terror-laced scenarios hammered round the clock into our brains like digital pitons. With a conveniently contrived atmosphere of prolonged dyspepsia and a policy that exploits it, how could failure fail to succeed?
The Republicans (and their Repubic Heirs, the Tea Baggers---ha! See what I did there?!) are as dense---and as immovable as a rock. But they lack a rock's charming ignorance. They know exactly what they are doing. And employing the do-nothing strategy is the height of cynicism; it is the gesture of a bilious, amoral hater.
Such a mentality is housed inside the type that would shove an indigent, disenfranchised person away with their soiled shoe, that reconfigures history to justify their current abhorrent war on reality, that demonizes change in order to combat its own obsolescence.
And since Americans still respond to sentimental iconography, their knees jerk and their eyes brim at the wispy echoes of Mom-and-apple-pie platitudes the Republicans use to soothe the citizenry's furrowed brow, to lull it into another fitful night's sleep.
The pattern of right-wing brazenness indicates that they are near bottom. The more shrill their cries, the more wild-eyed their avatars (I mean, Bachmann practically has little revolving whorls in her "Yes, master" eyeballs), the closer they get to revealing what everyone knows deep in their hearts resides, in the end the better it will be for all even should they succeed beyond this recent election.
And then, from the ground zero of the inevitable Republican conflagration we can---perhaps---rebuild.