You didn’t see it coming, did you?
All of the noise that you all were making drowned out the sound of the locomotive barreling straight at you.
Don’t say that you weren’t warned.
Alas, the jilted are always the last to know.
I watched as your artificial Tree of Liberty was nurtured, not with the blood of tyrants and patriots, but with the dollars from the moneyed GOP handlers. They spent more than enough to convince you that it was you running the show.
Fox news continually had you and your likeminded friends on camera, talking tax revolt and the illegitimacy of government.
Beck, Palin, O’Reilly, Hannity, Doocey……hell, all of the Fox stable, primped and pumped, petted and purred over the lunacy that they, and you, called patriotism. They propped up your hate and always encouraged more.
And now they are dumping you. It just isn’t working anymore.
You guys loved Perry. Then you swooned over Bachmann, Cain, Santorum and Gingrich.
When the big guys told you to hold your noses and get behind Romney, like good lemmings, you did.
So, the Tea Bagging “Patriot” ends with the proverbial whimper.
Your great figurehead, in the guise of a half term, incoherent Alaskan governor has been unceremoniously dumped.
Your “I love America so damned much it makes me weepy” poster boy, Glenn Beck, has been relegated to the virtual garbage dump blog of his own masturbatory making.
Fox is no longer throwing any air at “you people”.
And, just to rub your noses in it, David Koch comes out to publicly support increased taxes, a drawdown of US troops in the Middle East, cuts in defense spending and,……. GASP…….the rights of gay people.
I feel for you poor Baggers. I really do.
I know what it feels like to be kicked in the balls by people who you gave your trust to.
It hurts real bad.
It’s not too late, you know. You don’t have to pout.
You can now stand with people who have been working hard for your best interests even as you railed against them.
Our tent and our hearts are much bigger than the folks who seduced you with their anger and their lies.
Come on over for a cuppa coffee and a piece of pie.
We can feast on the fatted calf and pull down your golden idols together.