One sure-fired way to prove Democrats are all about the hate is when their candidates insult us to try and shore up their polling numbers. Biden’s been losing ground. He needs a little help. Calling Republicans names might just help.
The Democrat base, the nutrooty-wingnutty (sounds like a liberal breakfast cereal) left are looking for blood (no, not from Joe’s eye). Street-fighting name-calling candidates who will label anyone they disagree with whatever horrible thing comes to mind. I’m down with that.
And so is Joe Biden.
“Despite losing in the courts and in the court of public opinion, these forces of intolerance remain determined to undermine and roll back the progress you all have made,” Biden said. …“This time they — not you — have an ally in the White House. They’re a small percentage of the American people, virulent people,” he raged on, “Some of them the dregs of society.
The problem, at least for Joe, is he’s competing with a field that is also in it to win it. Name-calling, mud-slinging, smearing over half the population and anyone who talks to them.
Great. Free speech. Have fun. But I’ve got a question. How do you go from smearing everyone to your right (and that’s more than two-thirds of the country) to win that nomination, and then move to the middle to win the General?
As a party, you have insulted everyone who disagrees with you and plenty of folks who don’t know what to think. You can’t hate on all the white people for years (for example) and expect them to forgive you. This Biden thing adds to that perception.
Democrat Party Today – “Hey, F*** you!”
Democrat Party Tomorrow – ‘This is the guy (girl, whatever) who stands up for you .”
My reaction would be, “Hey, F*** you!”
Now I get it. These Dems think they’re being like Trump. Verbal fisticuffs and all. But here’s the difference. Trump isn’t bashing the country or entire political parties or races. He is calling specific Democrats not good, bad, or whatever. But there are no blanket condemnations of Democrats as a party.
People notice. They keep it to themselves to avoid your hyperbolic ranting, and on election day they pick Trump.
Then, the next day, they smirk into their upraised coffee cups and watch your clueless, dopey meltdown.
And they think to themselves, “Hey, F*** you!”