It’s not me, it’s you. I know you want desperately to think that it’s not you, but it honestly and truly is. I know we were together for 14 years, but you never cared for me. You never courted me. You never respected me, or thanked me. You ignored me unless it was convenient for you. Worst of all, you never really represented me.
I see your impassioned pleas on Facebook to stand with you and your National Republican Senatorial Committee. I wish I could say I felt sorry for you, but you’ve done this to yourself. I also know that if I do stand with you, as you beg of me, you’ll simply spam my email inbox with your own propaganda and you’ll beg for money.
No. Your tears aren’t going to change the way I feel about you.
If you knew me at all, you’d know I have no respect for that. It’s not like you didn’t have a chance. Fourteen years, remember?
You’ve shown you’re part of the problem and not part of the solution. You war with Tea Party candidates who have the audacity to believe in the constitution and the rights that are supposedly guaranteed to me by that treasured document. And while I won’t join the Tea Party any more than I’ll return to your knife-wielding, back-stabbing arms, when you denigrate people who believe as I do about constitutional rights and political policies… well, I can’t help but interpret that as your hatred for me as well.
The status quo has got to go. You’ve helped defeat yourselves because you’re trying to sell yourself to and through a media that doesn’t even pretend anymore to be unbiased. And the more you compromise to get good press via the coopted, mainstream, biased, leftist media the further away you are from representing me. Wake up. It’s the twenty first century and people like me do not rely on the coopted, mainstream, biased, leftist media for our news because we see the fallacy. How can you not?
I don’t want to go along to get along and be about the business of government because the business of government is stealing from people who produce (like me) to give it to people who do not (like you). When it comes to politics, I guess I’m a vegetarian: I don’t want pork in the laws. You’re all so busy trying to one up each other and bestow benefits to your own constituents that you aren’t even the least bit concerned about representing me.
I want real change in government. Real change includes a massive reduction of the unelected bureaucracy that feels it is unaccountable to the public. I want you to actually prosecute those who abuse their positions of authority (such as Lois Lerner) instead of making a show of it. I want the power of the government returned to its rightful owners, the citizens of this country. Which reminds me: The Congress is not royalty and you don’t deserve any respect without earning it, just like everyone else. I will not respect the offices until there is a reason to do so. Quit acting as if you, public servants, are entitled to anything.
The government has forgotten that it works for me. It is not the other way around.
I recently mentioned our breakup in passing. Now I say directly to you: I will no longer vote for your candidates simply because they’re not Democrats. I’m done voting against people; I want to, and will, vote for people that will represent me and those whose beliefs most closely align to mine. This applies to every election, no matter the level of oppressive government. If you can’t field a candidate for President or dog catcher who has beliefs that align to my own, you won’t get my vote. I won’t align myself to your positions because, Republicans, you’ve become so moderate that it’s truly difficult for me to see the difference between the Asses and the Elephants.
The enemy of my enemy is not my friend, Republicans: this means you. And no, I won’t pretend any differently, not even for old times’s sake.
The burden of proof is on you. This probably won’t be the last time I mention reasons why we can no longer associate with each other. It’s up to you to fix those problems. But understand, even if you do rectify all of the reasons you’ve become and unsuitable companion, I will likely never fully trust you. Once bitten twice shy. As I said: it’s you. It isn’t me.