We were the mainstay of the Republican Party at one time. Ronald Reagan, George H. W. and George W. benefited greatly from our support. It was the summer of 1992 and I was concerned that Bill Clinton might choose Al Gore as his running mate. Tipper Gore had garnered an evangelical following with her 1987 book Raising PG Kids In An X-Rated Society that took on a number of liberal generated social issues. Bill Clinton did select Al Gore and it's been 25 years of disasters since. Statistics may not show it clearly, for Ross Perot was also in that race, but my recollection simply from friends around me was that Tipper would have some influence. As it turned out Bill Clinton didn't need any votes that Tipper would bring.
After consecutive nominations of John McCain, Mitt Romney and Donald Trump it is obvious that we do not hold the sway that we once did.....either that or we ourselves have essentially changed. Mitt Romney's nomination was particularly troubling in that Brother Rove's Travelling Salvation Show, as I referred to it then, essentially told us to hit the bricks. I'll add that post below.
By 2016 'social' issues were now moot. We wanted to make America great again...that was our new gospel. So even though Donald Trump shares no similarities to Ronald Reagan as to character and reverence for God....it doesn't really matter...for we have made it clear that it's not honor and integrity that we want....it's political victories that we want....and we don't really care what we have to do to get it.
We can see this in the tweeting of President Trump. It should be humiliating....but we love it! Most of us anyway. God bless America!
Politics is not my top priority. I'm more concerned with getting to 2018 than winning in 2018, I'm 1,260 times more concerned with the Korean Peninsula than Mika, Joe and CNN combined, and I'm 666 times more concerned with a New World Order than I am with the New York Times.
Brother Rove's Travelling Salvation Show......June 12, 2012.....(Barack Obama was heading to defeat before the Republican establishment made its move.)
It wasn't supposed to go like this. Not only was the deck stacked but there were aces up sleeves and no rules to follow. How could it miss, for Barack Obama would appoint cabinet members and they in turn would rule, often beyond the limits of their authority, with strict adherence to Obama's wishes... and the Czars...twenty to thirty new cabinet level operatives, many of whom had no accountability to the United States Congress... and two Supreme Court seats filled through a political culture that was partying in the afterglow of a coronation? Surely the media would stay on board and the indoctrination centers (a.k.a. universities) would permit more than enough frolicking to discourage any real examination leading to legitimate protest.
This President gig was to be easy! Golf a little, party a little, sign an executive order, golf some more. No, it wasn't supposed to collapse as a house of cards...but it is! It's now become apparent to many that one has to actually know something about something in order to be President of the United States. Even the Obama Girl recognizes that the emperor has no clothes. Our allies now know what they are dealing with but more importantly our enemies are fully aware that one must strike while the iron is hot. Folks, it is every bit as bad as this....and more!
But Lo! What light through yonder window breaks? It's an old fashioned revival as Brother Rove's Travelling Salvation Show is offering Mitt Romney's Magical Elixir brought in by Conestoga wagon. It removes taxes, grows hair (look at Mitt's for proof,) cures the gout, builds muscles and balances bodily humors (Tea Party Bile, Social Conservative Phlegm and Choleric Libertarian Paranoia.) He guarantees that this cure-all tonic, if imbibed today, will last at least until November 6th! That's all that's needed folks for then it is back to business as usual! Take this tonic and you'll get a job! Mix it in with a liter of soda pop and you will feel free as a bird. Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies on this coming hot August night in Tampa.
God seems to have left us to our own devices for that is what we wanted...no... demanded. I used to cringe when our Pittsburgh Penguin play-by-play announcer shouted "Hallelujah Hollywood" after a goal and I do the same with Neil Diamond's lyrics in Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show for that hallowed word means praise Yahweh. Therein is our only hope and we trifle with it, ignore it, and seek our own salvation on our own terms. Guest preachers fill the Sunday morning pulpits of Meet The Press and Face The Nation. Wisdom has abandoned us, replaced by Rasmussen polls. How bleak is our future! How rudderless we have become even as a tempest of Biblical proportions builds in the East.
After consecutive nominations of John McCain, Mitt Romney and Donald Trump it is obvious that we do not hold the sway that we once did.....either that or we ourselves have essentially changed. Mitt Romney's nomination was particularly troubling in that Brother Rove's Travelling Salvation Show, as I referred to it then, essentially told us to hit the bricks. I'll add that post below.
By 2016 'social' issues were now moot. We wanted to make America great again...that was our new gospel. So even though Donald Trump shares no similarities to Ronald Reagan as to character and reverence for God....it doesn't really matter...for we have made it clear that it's not honor and integrity that we want....it's political victories that we want....and we don't really care what we have to do to get it.
We can see this in the tweeting of President Trump. It should be humiliating....but we love it! Most of us anyway. God bless America!
Politics is not my top priority. I'm more concerned with getting to 2018 than winning in 2018, I'm 1,260 times more concerned with the Korean Peninsula than Mika, Joe and CNN combined, and I'm 666 times more concerned with a New World Order than I am with the New York Times.
Brother Rove's Travelling Salvation Show......June 12, 2012.....(Barack Obama was heading to defeat before the Republican establishment made its move.)
It wasn't supposed to go like this. Not only was the deck stacked but there were aces up sleeves and no rules to follow. How could it miss, for Barack Obama would appoint cabinet members and they in turn would rule, often beyond the limits of their authority, with strict adherence to Obama's wishes... and the Czars...twenty to thirty new cabinet level operatives, many of whom had no accountability to the United States Congress... and two Supreme Court seats filled through a political culture that was partying in the afterglow of a coronation? Surely the media would stay on board and the indoctrination centers (a.k.a. universities) would permit more than enough frolicking to discourage any real examination leading to legitimate protest.
This President gig was to be easy! Golf a little, party a little, sign an executive order, golf some more. No, it wasn't supposed to collapse as a house of cards...but it is! It's now become apparent to many that one has to actually know something about something in order to be President of the United States. Even the Obama Girl recognizes that the emperor has no clothes. Our allies now know what they are dealing with but more importantly our enemies are fully aware that one must strike while the iron is hot. Folks, it is every bit as bad as this....and more!
But Lo! What light through yonder window breaks? It's an old fashioned revival as Brother Rove's Travelling Salvation Show is offering Mitt Romney's Magical Elixir brought in by Conestoga wagon. It removes taxes, grows hair (look at Mitt's for proof,) cures the gout, builds muscles and balances bodily humors (Tea Party Bile, Social Conservative Phlegm and Choleric Libertarian Paranoia.) He guarantees that this cure-all tonic, if imbibed today, will last at least until November 6th! That's all that's needed folks for then it is back to business as usual! Take this tonic and you'll get a job! Mix it in with a liter of soda pop and you will feel free as a bird. Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies on this coming hot August night in Tampa.
God seems to have left us to our own devices for that is what we wanted...no... demanded. I used to cringe when our Pittsburgh Penguin play-by-play announcer shouted "Hallelujah Hollywood" after a goal and I do the same with Neil Diamond's lyrics in Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show for that hallowed word means praise Yahweh. Therein is our only hope and we trifle with it, ignore it, and seek our own salvation on our own terms. Guest preachers fill the Sunday morning pulpits of Meet The Press and Face The Nation. Wisdom has abandoned us, replaced by Rasmussen polls. How bleak is our future! How rudderless we have become even as a tempest of Biblical proportions builds in the East.
