The lord clearly loves me and wants me to be happy, because she has given me Erick Erickson and Robert Stacey McCain. No links because I have no idea what kind of spam you get as a reward for joining Erick’s group.
You may remember my reaction when the “treacherous bastards” at the National Republican Senatorial Committee endorsed Charlie Crist in the Florida Senate race — 15 months before the primary!
Erick Erickson of Red State started a Facebook group to protest the NRSC’s endorsement of Crist, and Erick just sent this message to group members:
Subject: They are listening
I’ve been getting all sorts of emails begging me to shut this group down.
Instead, please consider inviting ten friends each.
The NRSC will not listen to us unless we help shut down their fundraising. You can help.
CLICK HERE TO JOIN THE FACEBOOK GROUP.
Meanwhile, there is a new blog HQ for the grassroots anti-NRSC protest: NOT ONE RED CENT.
I cannot begin to describe how awesome this is for the Democratic party. In all sincerity, we should wish Erick and Robert Stacey success in this mission to chase every bit of heterodoxy out of the GOP. If their mission succeeds, the purist fringe will be happy. Democrats will be happy. The country will never worry about another Republican majority. As far as I can tell the only loser would be David Frum, who we will know as the miserable kid in the closet whom residents of utopia occasionally must visit lest we forget our privileged state.
However, I must announce with sadness that Erick’s unbelievably stupid purity crusade proves a favorite theorem of mine wrong, and by ‘wrong’ I don’t mean weather forecast wrong but, rather, laughably, starkly one hundred eighty degrees off base. I’m talking peak wingnut. Maybe worse.
You see, a year ago I posted some thoughts about Erick Erickson’s amusing and mostly futile efforts to carve a bottom-up niche in a top-down party. They still seem like ok posts until I closed with this.
It will only be good when when the party treats well-intentioned members trying to effect change from the inside like a squeaky wheel rather than like an unhammered nail.
Before my credibility sinks any further, I formally retract my statement and welcome any formal inquiry into whether I was drunk or high when I wrote that post.