Speaking to the National Review Institute yesterday, Paul Ryan made a fitting pitch for the stupid party's 2016 presidential nomination:
[W]e can’t get rattled. We won’t play the villain in [Obama's] morality plays. We have to stay united. We have to show that--if given the chance--we can govern. We have better ideas.
If given the chance.
Just when should the clock start on their purportedly denied chance? Did it not in fact start during the 1980s, as ideological profligates jettisoned Eisenhowerian fiscal conservatism? Did it not start in the 1990s, as Republican ideologues battled the economic doom they assured us would come from Clinton's books-balancing prudence? Or when they attempted, out of political pique, to unseat a legitimately seated president? Or when, early in the next century, the same ideologues gutted the public treasury through more inequality-expanding tax cuts? Or when they launched a little-considered, wholly unprovoked war? Or when they embraced war criminality in the name of official U.S. policy?
And the clock hadn't started, or was no longer running, when Republicans chose to obstruct every post-crash recovery effort and oppose greater healthcare accessibility and threaten national default and squander four years of responsible co-governance by shrieking instead about Kenyan-telegraphed non-Hawaiian birth notices and absently sired neo-Marxist anti-colonialism and star-chamber-like death panels and the alarming dismay of teleprompters and even the soul-exposing disgrace of eating arugula for Christ's sake?
If given the chance--we can govern.
This isn't a political party. It's a parody.