Goodbye, dead-eyed granny-starver
I come here not to praise Paul Ryan, but to bury him. Then dance on his grave. Then toke up a big fat one.
As you know, Ryan has decided that discretion is the better part of valor. And by that I mean that he didn't want to be the one handing the gavel over to Nancy Pelosi come January next. So, he has opted not to seek re-election, which amazingly turns his district into a pickup opportunity for the Democrats.
This is the tripe which greeted me this morning:
The media will just not give up its "Ryan was a principled conservative" shtick, no matter how much evidence there is to the contrary. This is a man who, over a kegger in college, ruminated on what it would be like to get rid of Medicare. There is nothing "principled" about him. And if indeed the GOP has moved to the right of him, this is more indication that it has turned from reactionary politics to the politics of fascism.
The other myth is that he had to be talked into being speaker. Yes, much like Caesar had to be talked into becoming dictator. John Boehner's overthrow was Ryan's opportunity to put into practice his long-cherished goals. While he didn't manage to destroy Obamacare, he did manage to enact a sweeping re-write of the tax code which privileges the wealthy over the middle class and the poor. So now he can go off into retirement and live off of the proceeds.
What we now have to do is to make sure that Ryan's succession is a moot point, and to make sure that Democrats retake the House in November. Let the GOP descend into Hunger Games while we Democrats set about fixing their messes—again. And let the speakership of Paul Ryan serve as a signal lesson to the electorate about entrusting power to a man with no morals and no regard for his fellow citizens.
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