Beating a Dead Horse

This morning, several conservative litbloggers weighed in on the Red States vs. Blue States business.

Well, when you’re a Jet, you’re a Jet all the way.

Really, I haven’t seen such vitriolic political nonsense in this nation since the Baltimore Riots of 1812 and 1861. (And if Baltimore is the place that the shit starts stirring, I expect the Hag to offer a Daily Riot Likelihood Report.) Let’s not make that mistake, shall we? The election’s over, the nation’s divided. Depending upon where you sit, the country is either (a) going to hell in a handbasket or (b) moving in the direction the people want it to. How about this: Can we move on now? You have your side, we have ours. You’ll have a cakewalk, we’ll have a fight. Blah blah blah.

But in the end, we’ll kick your asses. We always do.

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  1. I am afraid this “can’t all just get along” thing has failed in my case. Mark Sarvas has designated me beyod the pale (he will no longer read my blog and requests that I desist from reading his) for some “spiteful” comments. Can I hang out here for a while?

  2. Kevin: You can hang here. But tread carefully with this “reaching out” business. The anger on both sides is remarkable, but I’m doing the best that I can not to give into it (well, not completely anyway).

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