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Old, White, and Cranky

Who is going to beat sense into the Republican Party?

They allowed themselves to be taken hostage by the Tea Party.
They alienated Hispanic voters.
The left-over racism of the Civil War shows in their scorn of Black voters.
They have an uncommon interest in regulating women's vaginas.
They regard anyone young enough to walk unaided too callow to listen to.
They scorn the plight of people who work hard for inadequate wages.
They still think health care is a privilege, not a universal, human right.
They seem not ever to see a potential war they not not love to send someone else's kids to.

What happened to the old fashioned, sensible, cautious Republicans?

If they do not pay attention to newer immigrants, Blacks, women, and young people, the poor, and people in need, they might as well request early ballots now and mail them in before Thanksgiving.  They don't even have to mark them, because they aren't going to matter, anyway.

It goes against Republican grain, but they need a soul-searching and an internal, party revolution; a conservative revolution, to regain something decent they have lost.

And, second, they need to organize a search party to figure out where the people who are not old, white, and cranky are going.

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  1. The core of this that really struck me was "to regain something decent that they lost." That is really at the heart of it. The earlier Grand Old Party and the current iteration. It is more about that than the policy differences.

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