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SPRINGTIME for CATFISH!
By Jack Parnell - retired Congressman and Independent Presidential candidate
Syndicated by Acme Features
Back in the day, when I sat down with Austin Tillerman, the boys and a nice lady cowpoke name of Jody, what we got around to... after the implosion of Reform and venom against Nader, the mess that followed, and the Trump-0-rama mess as followed that... was how, basically, NAFTA only proved the point we warn't no better off than Mexicans, politically. Our Don Jones Index of three-some years back compared American happiness with the UN’s surveyors by naming the happiest, bestest and worst countries in the world, (how these United States clocked in wasn’t pretty.) America's Institutional Party buzzard, having two wings, had given up any pretense of reform, let alone revolution, so the Democrats had to be helped along on their collective task of withering away, leaving that angry orange pimple called the Republican party to explode from the center out, spewing its pus and microbes all over everyone and everywhere.
So we set about looking
at how to accomplish this, and wrote up these Ten Commandments for takin' back
Early on, a mangy
mob of monkeywrenchers, sneaky Greens, ex-Reforms,
ex-Laroachies, men with bad teeth in camo, Capitol hangmen and the such came knockin',
still covered with the ashes of Y2K, 9-11 and J-6. Didn't
exactly mix well with our Michigan and Texas militias... let
alone the Harlem and Chicago homeboys or the Colorado and Kentucky mountain
folk. Letting cranks hang ‘round provokes nothing but trouble! A'fore you know it: dozens of 'em sleeping in your basement,
in shifts, empty tinfoil cartons in the dumpster, Attorney General on the box,
right-leaners callin’ your
spread their 'compound', lefties their ‘sanctuary’!
Speaking of Aygees, the first time A. G. Goethals let me work on the Senator's campaign, I was just out of college, full of myself, so Al gives me this timetable with, on the first Monday and Tuesday in November, the initials GOTV. Being young and full of nomenklatural sass and vigor, I said: "Mister Goethals, sir, I understand Monday night football and such, but don't you think our money would be better spent over the weekend than on Tuesday morning soaps?" Al took a long sigh, reminding himself as we were the boob-tube generation, before patting my head and remarking: "Boy, GOTV means gettin' out the vote, not goin' on the God-damn television!" Therefore, our Commandment Two: keep amateurs out of the smoke-filled room, as where the decidings get done!
Now abstractions are all well and good, but voters like matters explained in terms of personalities, so, in drafting a charter for the CNC, we've followed that tried and tested truism: choose unpopular enemies! Keep mobile: when the gay bridegroom panics run out of vigor, mosey on to tranny toilets. Mexican rapists, birds and germs and Unapissers. If the Democratic party… even lacking a brain, a heart and backbone… was able to take over Congress on that page-molestin' scuzzball from Florida, Lord knows... there's enough bipartisan termitery to raise up a dozen new parties! If'n it comes down to the party of oily Wall Street job exportin' embezzlers agin' that of America-hating trial lawyers as helped Kam-mala and these California prisoners sue for gumment-paid tinfoil to wrap around heads to keep the prison from broadcasting his thoughts over loudspeakers... well, like them bumperstickers over in Kampala used to say: "Dada Happens!"
Now Donkey-boys an' Elephant-gals never tire of the either/or... if you're agin' greedy trial lawyers, you must be for corrupt insurance companies; don't want Costa Ricans streaming into Costa Mesa, have to be for the war. Where it comes to tackling either of two bad alternatives, why not the both? So our Commandamente Cuatro: find (or make up) common grounds between two adversaries as are too proud to occupy themselves, pivot your butts into the middle, squat over ‘em and declare the war done with, problem solved por moí now that our American go-fundees have come to the relief of the Notre Dame fire means we can be friends with the French again – which is a good thing seeing that Djonald Unchained and Boris Undead are still scrapping over that lady biker killer as running back home and claiming diplomatic immunity!
On the other hand, the Fifth Commandment, one that our past and current incumbents has mastered, is practice creative inconsistency. Demand that backwoods death sentences handed down by hanging judges be verified by the DNA, if applicable, while standing agin' the liberal pro-criminal nonsense by putting termination to what I call the Stupid Juror Laws. Whack a partisan clown, now and again, so that voters won't lose all respect for you! Occupy the center and periphery… the doughnut and the hole - work outwards from the former, inwards from the latter, and always take the side of the common sense. Practice kickin’ cans as will roll downhill for months instead of weeks. (Although if you do decide to Occupy Maa-a-loxo, you have got to be prepared to handle the consequences.)
Number six: cannibalize rivals. Venerate martyrs ('cept for the Tim McVeigh, David Koresh and Ramsey Tate sorts). Do a little historistical scavengery work, scoop up Democratic and trumped-up Republican trash as may become CNC treasure. A whole squatload of Democrats went over the wall after three straight wipeouts, but the ACLU and the Libertarians took in Bob Barr and Dick Armey started hanging sheetrock for Habitat once the long shadow of jail darkened over him. (Hear Michael Cohen’s angling to become a Conk, but on that see Number One, above.) As the platforms of the big parties grow increasingly rigid and chaotic, keep an eye open for potential defectors. Come our convention, we'll parade a whole armada of Conks as have come to the true religion, however late in life. We’ll even take Mister Bannon, long as he’s not indicted yet. Again…
Once we've declared
a party, keep goin' door to door, signing up
memberships and fundraising (our side peddlin' Rayna’s Modes cosmetics,
Which brings up Commandment Nine: smile, dammit, smile! Carter talked malaise, Reagan reminisced 'bout Jimmy Stewart and those Hepburn gals. Reagan won. Junior Bush promoted "a conservatism with a smile, not a conservatism with a frown," and, when terrorism struck, America sent gloomy Pickle John Kerry to the woodshed, thence to a sentence as climate czar, thence Sec State, butting heads with Iranian rug dealers. After that, same bulldada with O-man and Palin providing the winks, McCain and Biden the nods! And, once they let you into the debates, don’t interrupt the moderator! Two thirds of Americans don’t like that and them as do – you don’t want em anyhow.
Finally, be quick to declare victory... even if of a moral sort... move on, and shrug off disappointments as the rear-window outgrowth of people's prejudices against all organizations as stand up against the system. Our current Chief Executive does it, his predecessor did, why not us? Those Philippine tire deflation cultists as swore "God's way of stopping bad deeds" was to let out God's air before Y2K? Well... the judge laughed at 'em, but they'd responded the world was still around because of those tires they'd icepicked!
Every day, in February and March, the world tilts a bit closer to the sun... so little a body would hardly notice it. But, one day... in April, maybe, or May in some places... the clouds break, the sun comes out and flowers are busting open everywhere! Who'da thunk any one of those little sunbeams in winter would've combined with others to bring about springtime? Any new organization as jumps out the box gets a sort of honeymoon, a springtime when maximum free and mostly favorable publicity becomes available... when the Koch fueled and funded “Freedom” caucus splits off from The Donald and runs its own candidate (Mike Pence?) when Pat Robertson and Ron Paul huddle with Al Sharpton, Reverend Wright and Don King to birth two more new parties to peel voters off’n the Pubs an’ Rats like rotten wallpaper! Who'da thunkit that... that a few CNC members, working with their neighbors to clean up the block, would go on to clean up their city, their state, their America.
I'm fully enjoying this falltime springtime for the CNC... if only because (after the plague-hectored winter we been through and the sweltering DeeCee summer as followed) because I know how darned unpleasant America’s capitol can get!
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