This could turn violent

This could get violent.

The abjectly scurrilous barricade that the South threw up against Lincoln's election was that the new president would abolish the South's institutional peculiarity of slavery and oppress virtuous Dixie through an unconstitutional exercise of bloating federal power. It was all an immense lie--a squalid, demagogic ploy unleashed on the fecklessly ignorant and contentedly ill informed by firebreathing sociopaths who protested that both divine Providence and the holy Founders were in the South's ideological corner.

Things proceeded poorly from there. You've probably read about it.

This, by comparison, is so infinitesmally insignificant it barely merits mention, except it does:

MSNBC host Chris Matthews got into a heated exchange with Republican delegates at a Tampa restaurant early Friday morning following the conclusion of the GOP national convention.

It seems Matthews asked of a few Confederated breakfasters, "What’s this, a douchebag convention?"--to which, poor dears, "The Republicans became angry and retorted back." All this was preceded by the latter's "heckling" of, and "hooting and hollering" at, Matthews. I once would have observed that Matthews made a mistake in acknowledging the douchebags; but he's as naturally sick of these porcine fanatics as I am. One simply can't blame him.

The larger takeaway, though, I'm afraid is inescapable: In the run-up to this election there will be more of these encounters--brother against brother, so to speak--and some, more likely than not, will turn violent. From politico-historical sources both American and European, the modern GOP has resurrected the tactical filth and strategic barbarity of the Big Lie(s), since the truth of its actual policies are too horrifying to lay bare before the electorate. Republicans have their story, they're sticking to it, and no amassment of righteous corrections is going to avert them from their daily bamboozlings.

The not uncommon result? Think Edmund Gween in "Miracle on 34th Street," in which even Kris Kringle finally has enough of the sniveling, anti-altruistic psychologist, and so thumps him with an umbrella handle. And it's kind of hard to blame Chris Kris, isn't it?

Comments

[Jon Ponder]

As an ex-pat Tar Heel (a Californian now by grace of the GFSM) whose family has lived in the South since before the Revolution, I'd like to remind the neo-Confederates that if they want war again, fine, but they should remember that this time the Union will have nukes.