The quote from Dick Morris takes us a notch closer to the tone Republicans want to hear in this Primary. We monitor the whole thing with a comprehension of their mission and begin to knit together the fabric underfoot upon which we'll step to leave behind the Obama Hope / Hype / Hip, Hip, Hoot. Crystallizing it all, Juan Williams - despite posing AS a monitor - carried the Administration's water with contentious posturing to spin Gingrich's racism. The crowd culling a second dunning of Americans as racist (it worked before, didn't it?) were thus, succinctly sorted into Americans and hyphenated Americans....bring it on.
Yeah, "99 Weeks is an Associate's Degree." The Unemployed are getting an education with or without the Academic Community. The same fire must be invested into purposing the Republican Primary as the exercise to deliver a nominee who will lead this Country back to greatness. Michelle Bachmann is gone because she spun every opportunity to speak into a yarn about herself. Jon Huntsman is gone because he failed to lead the Spirit. Romney's lackluster hovering at 25% is leaving a lot on the table. To borrow a "come full circle" phrase from Jimmy Carter, "Why not your Best?"
What Newt is saying, and the audience is hearing is this: "Work through it." Esprit de Corps evolves from unity of purpose applied to the effort. Talk's cheap, academic and can be no substitute for activity. When a plan is formulated and committed to paper, there takes a fair amount of talk to ferret out the points that will prove pertinent. The way to the Voter's heart is through the stuff he can't stomach. That "stuff" is not the notion of defeating Obama, but in accepting that the current occupant of the Oval Office isn not All American. Sure, you can back off the criticism centered on birth certs and protective secrecy, but the thing the Field must produce is the essence of knowing what works, what makes us work and how to work.
In 2008, we watched the Fourth Estate drag the all-but-tapped-out Obama across the finish line, forced on the Democratic Party by arm-twisting thugs. The 'Dog Who Caught The Bus' was obviously out of his league and no amount of spin could cover for it. Unanimity of purpose lay in the determination of Chris Matthews, Dee Dee Myers and the New York Times to dump the actual work of surviving the Candidate In Chief on Clinton People. That's the sound of wind whistling past our ears as we fall at black-out pace from the top of the heap.
My closer instinct alerted me last night to the Buying Signals on display in Myrtle Beach. Cheering on the concepts of competing legitimately, the crowd elicited from each candidate the notion that we should kill our enemies, not our competition. Compete and Conquer. Cower and call "Racist" and get yer butt kicked. It has taken THREE YEARS for the Axlerod Attitude-Coppers to get the message.
Unfortunately, for them, they are steeped in their own spin and capable of only one thing: blaming the other guys. It could have been worse, sure. But we are capable of seeing daylight beyond the shadow by which your body of "you call that work?" has darkened our door. The full retinue of protective spin plays...the recapitulation cantata of strategies that scored impressively ... are coming through. Work 'em out; don't just "invite 'em" out. Just Ought 'Em! Black Leaders may no longer spit out ugly, angry accusations of racism; that card's been played. What they reveal in launching such ploys is that they are merely "playing" and haven't ever even begun to actually work. We get it. It's not a racist thing, gentle people: it's what soccer moms and kitchen table economists understand. Security. Does the hot guy on the make "Make" you feel secure? No! He "thrills" and excites you, he causes you to obsess about him based on his animal magnetism, but after about six months, you'll be over it and looking for the bills to be paid and the indicators that you're the One and Only to HIM. Absent that, you're admitting that Dad was right. This guy is a fad and will never be the substance, supportive structure with whom you can make babies, rear and provide for them and keep you secure. He talked a convincing rap sayin' things you wanted to hear, but he didn't deliver and he's now playing you for another chance to disappoint you.
Dog Whistle? Are the black leadership players going to again turn this election into a trap into which they'd herd the trusting? Are you inclined to blow another $50 bucks on the street tricks? Or are you inclined to just pop that bill into a credit union account and hold out for the industrious, serious gentleman who's spending his "capital" on stabilizing himself and looking after his family?
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