We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
i don't think a whole lot of the Dems are even aquainted with the leftist agenda. i think it's much simpler; that if you're chasing power and pretty much without scruples, you'll gravitate to the party that by and large rewards, rather than punishes, that sort of character.
Yes, the Pubs stink, too, but it's an 80/20 thing. Such as, 80% of Dems will forgive what only 20% of Pubs will. Something like that.
What if they didn't lie? The MSM would have to talk about their stupid politics and they'd only cover a small bit of it. It would be our loss, ultimately. But they do lie and they get caught, and the media talks about it - at least FOX does. That shifts the focus onto character, something more people grok than political hooha tempered for public consumption, and that character of lying and trickery can be replayed until the whole country is aware of it. The true leftists would never 'see' the lie, but everyone else would.
Meta who is leaving BUDDY dangling over the white.
Two geezers decide to have a big night on the town, and after some drinking they end up at the local cat house.
The madam takes one look and whispers to her manager, "Run upstairs and lay out a couple of inflated dolls in the first two rooms--these two are so old and drunk, I'm not wasting my girls on them. They won't know the difference."
Later, after they leave and are walking back to the car, one old guy says, "You know, I think my girl
"Dead?" says his friend, "Why do you say that?"
"Well, she never moved or made a sound all the time I was making love to her."
His friend says, "Could be worse, I think mine was a witch."
"A witch ??....Why the heck would you say that?"
"Well, I was kissing her on the neck, and I gave her
a little bite, and she started hissing and flew out the window!"