Today the masks drop
Any Republican Senator who votes for cloture — that is, who votes to allow Harry Reid to strip the defunding measures for ObamaCare out of the House CR so that it can pass “cleanly” with no amendments and a simple majority vote, which Senate Democrats already have — is effectively and in fact voting affirmatively to fund ObamaCare.
Please visit Don’t Fund Obmacare and contact your Senators and any Republican Senators you know to be either on the fence or willing to sell you out (lists and phone numbers etc., provided), hoping the procedural machinations of the Senate will confuse you, and that their subsequent potemkin vote to defund ObamaCare will give them cover. Tell them you know what they’re doing. Tell them that if they refuse to vote no on cloture, their vote to fund ObamaCare means nothing to you — because you know what they are up to and you will make sure everyone else with GOP leanings who may not yet know eventually does.
Today we see the masks drop. We will compile the list of those who sell us out.
And yeah: I hope Ted Cruz and Mike Lee get one hell of an email list out of this. Because theirs would be one of the few email lists from Congress I won’t mind being on. Senators like Bob Corker may carp, but what they’re bitching about, in the end, is the fact that standing and fighting reaps rewards from the GOP base, while surrendering — and then running always on the need to fight fights you’ll never actually fight once elected — no longer works with an increasingly aware and engaged portion of the electorate.
The DC insiders, both in the GOP establishment and their mouthpieces, detest Ted Cruz and Mike Lee for putting them in the position of either listening to us or being shown for the cowards and parliamentary gimmick monkeys and gimmick monkey enablers they are.
Me, from here on the hated fringes of Hobbit land, where the Visigoths rape and plunder the language to the great dismay of collegial writers who never seem to have a problem launching broadsides against conservatives in the very manner they elsewhere decry, I’ll be gnawing on a leg of mutton and waiting for the quislings to reveal themselves. After which time I plan to sharpen my teeth.