Posted by
AudiR10TDI on Friday, February 08, 2008 10:33:08 AM
Toronto (February 8, 2008) -- I receive the daily list of columns of interest from Town Hall every day, and today they were all variations on the theme of McCain Derangement Syndrome. So I decided not to weigh in on that subject in that forum because I don't want to read through an avalanche of screaming, weeping, wailing, gnashnig of teeth, gloom and doom, by crybabies who would commit suicide if they could only stop crying long enough to find a rope to hang themselves.
For heaven's sake, people, if you don't get what you want the instant you want it, this is not the end of the world. Yes, your Mommies taught you that the universe exists solely to make you Happy, and if you aren't Happy every nanosecond of your life, Somebody Is Gonna Pay Big Time. But really, when you are old enough to go to school, shouldn't you be over this tantrum-throwing stage?
Aren't you, in fact, the same people who have been sneering at the Liberals for their Bush Derangement Syndrome for the past eight years? Does it really matter that much whose ox is gored, or does it matter more that you can be just as childish and immature as they can? Do you really think that if you scream, flail your arms and legs, and roll on a muddy floor -- if you hold your breath until you turn a beautiful gentian violet -- that Ronald Reagan will rise from the dead and knock the sword from John McCain's hand and sweep you onto his white horse and into the palace where you will live Happily Ever After?
We who have lived long enough to have been brought up by parents who thought thwarting their kids was good training for life outside our childhood bedrooms know how to take lemons and make lemonade out of them, rather than shrieking without letup for Koolade to be served to us in crystal goblets while we sit on our thrones and wave our pugdy little hands. While we may be intransigent in the matter of not supporting Tony George's IRL or the pitiful excuse for a Toronto hockey team, we also understand that abandoning a racing series or a sports team is somewhat less serious than spending the next eight years shrieking because the President of the Only Superpower In The World isn't your chosen Da-da.
Would you people please get your priorities straight? Life's too short for eight years of McCain Derangement Syndrome. And in the alternative, for you to sit in the ruins of an exploded and burning Daycare Centre, watching Obama Feel Your Pain as another one blows up three miles away, and muttering through your sobs, "Well at least I didn't vote for McCain...."