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Inane, Absurd Coyote Howls in the Night

I wonder what Chuck Hagel is thinking about his own party, right now.  A life-long Republican, he is President Obama's choice to become the Secretary of Defense, and now his own colleagues in the Senate are trashing him and his reputation.  

It is not easy to bad-mouth Chuck Hagel.  He is bright, competent, thoughtful, and has a stellar career.  Until he was nominated, only the far-right fringe of the Republican Party--the fringe with the Tea Bags dangling on their three-cornered caps--thought ill of him.  Now even people like his good friend, Senator John McCain, have been trying to throw him under the bus.  Even John McCain!  The same McCain who chose Sarah Palin to be his running mate.  That John McCain!  The wise fool who thought a dipstick from Alaska was qualified to become President, should anything happen to Old John Himself.  Even Fox Gnus got rid of Sarah Palin.

It is not an illustrious time to be a Republican.  They have been reduced to inanities, absurdities, and coyote howls in the night.  

The Republican Party is said to be re-examining how it managed to lose this last election.  How is it possible to lose the popular vote if you are a stout defender of the rich, if you want to cut medical care, Social Security, engage in endless wars without paying for them, disenfranchise the young, Blacks, Hispanics, college students, union members, and women--especially women!
Women are to be praised, probed, and protected from themselves.  

The Party seems to have come to the conclusion that science is "lies straight from the pit of Hell", and that the earth is about 9,000 years old:  about as old as Ronald Reagan was when he left office. They assert that they have a great message:  something must be wrong with how they presented it.  

And that Chuck Hagel is unfit to become Defense Secretary.  That, too!

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