By John Burtis
Tuesday, November 7, 2006
From the first light in Lubec, Maine, to the final twilight in attu Island, alaska, folks will be voting across america today.
In New Hampshire, the polls will open from 7:00 am to 8:00 pm EST, as Democracy dictates in the Granite State. and I'll be there bright and early.
But for every voter, for every politician in every seat up for grabs, of whatever party they belong to, it is the long awaited day of days.
and the end of this momentous day we will see if the polls were purposefully skewed for months.
We will find out if blind hatred alone, without the briefest outline of a plan beyond school tuition and loans, can carry a nationwide referendum.
Nancy Pelosi's long awaited frilled curtains may either leave their reinforced cardboard box and prepare to grace the big office on the hill, or be returned to their quiet resting place in her beautifully tended attic.
Harry Reid's latest land deal will either face some modicum of scrutiny or those in the future will be used to further feather an already gilded nest.
Ted Kennedy's pint sized ink well, sucked dry long ago by his lengthy letters to the Soviets as he curried their bloody favor to advance their afghan project and his political prosperity, will either be filled for future missives to the Taliban and Dear Osama, or be left completely empty, just like that part of his soul reserved for an honest love of country.
John Kerry's name, aglow with radioactive polonium dust, will either remain stricken from the 2008 list of presidential nominees, or he will again, chameleon, or is it Zelig-like, rise from the ashes of his own bonfire of asininities and run again against the better fortunes of our troops and for the improved health of our oppugnants.
Honest John Murtha, who has cried out for retreat like a jackdaw before it was fashionable to do so, loudly, and hosed our troops with a stream of the wildest prevarications and vicious attributions, will either be hoisted to a House leadership position on his fiction riddled vituperations, or fall to the will of the common people.
Mr. Cardin of Maryland, whose staff led the way with the Oreo cookie throwing to dishonor the name of his opponent, Mr. Steele, in the finest Democratic method, also allowed anti-semitic blogs to be posted in the same vein as that great and good MoveOn.Org had done to vilify Mrs. Lieberman, Joe's wife.
Good new Democrats today, you see, never shy away from the Jewish joke, the wry slavery quip, or the cookie trap, to illustrate their new found principled way.
Chuck Schumer, that great lion of the personal privacy defense, had a staff member who lifted, ever so delicately, the Social Security number of Mr. Steele's for lengthy phishing expedition with his private information. Sadly when that erstwhile worker was fired, Mr. Schumer uttered nary a word, a true liberal to the very last.
It will be their day of days.
The fight to determine the future ownership of the new Democratic Party will be determined today. and if the new Democrats sweep big time, the title in fee simple will be passed to their gleeful creditors in a fire sale of epic proportions: Bill Clinton, George Soros, Hillary Clinton, Harold Ickes, and their wholly owned subsidiaries, the 527's.
It will be their day of days, unless of course, things don't quite pan out.
If the Democrats win, regardless of how big or small, or even whether they lose, Howard Dean, the architect of a broad progressive party financial disaster, is gone. He has upset the Clintons, and caused them no end of dyspepsia, and it is they who will own the Party, lock, stock, barrel, and door stop if they win. and if they lose, he'll be the fall guy. Poor pitiful Howard's the stooge, either way, dead and gone.
It's his day of days, regardless of the outcome.
and it will be the day of days for the dinosaurs of the print media, no matter what happens, unless, of course, the Democrats are propelled into Congress on a tsunami of such epic proportions that it may in some way, shape, or form, come to equal the limitless sea of baloney, hogwash, and sheer absurdity that newspapers, like the New York Times, have pumped out concerning the colossal magnitude of the expected Democratic triumph.
according to these vaunted progressive and left-wing propaganda tools, the scale of the Democratic victory will verge on that of the German smashing of France in 1940, or Sitting Bull's annihilation of Custer – the new version, based on the latest archaeology, which, it can now be shown, lasted about 15 minutes.
For the dinosaur print media, it will be a day of days.
For those of the likes of Chris Matthews, who has smiled and wept with Clintonian bravura at every obvious Democratic ploy, for Katie Couric, CNN, David Gregory, aBC, CBS, NBC, and all those on television who have read the very latest in new Democratic talking points so very well, with such riveting emotion, and drenched them with such heart wrenching bathos that they have won so many new voters among the dead, the felons, and the handful of illegal aliens who understand English, it will be a day of days.
and for that group of us, conservatives, who still value america, who loathe the Democrats in hiding, the effete progressives who denigrate our relatives on the fighting line with impunity, who are disturbed by the Chuck Wrangels and the Henry Waxmans and the Barney Franks and their new found power toys, who view the Times as nothing but fish wrapper and coop liner, who think John Kerry is just fine so long as he keeps his nose out of New Hampshire and his feet on someone else's boat, and firmly believe that the United States is the finest place in the world to live – it will also be a day of days.
God bless america on this day of days.
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