The Morally Bankrupt Democratic Party

                                                     
Wasn't it Sun Tsu who said "know your enemy?".  Well, this week I tried mightily to watch at least part of the Democratic National Convention.  It was hard to watch.  In fact, I find it hard to believe that anyone with a functional brain and even a trace of a sense of morality could find anything of value in a silly, idol worshipping cult of moral degenerates.

This week we had the liberals accusing Mitt Romney of murdering a steel workers wife because a company he owned six years before dropped medical coverage for her working husband.  (Turned out she had her own healthcare policy from elsewhere and let it lapse).  Then, on the first night of their convention the Dems trot out a whole "bells and whistles" honoring of Ted Kennedy who really did kill a woman when a midnight rendezvous with a young aide turned nightmarish when Teddy, in a drunken stupor, drove off a Chappaquiddick pier, then swam away, leaving the young girl to drown in his car.  He then went home to sleep it off and didn't call the police until twelve hours later.

This week we had silver headed, smooth talking Bill (Slick Willie) Clinton give the nomination speech for The Anointed One.  Yeah, this is the same guy that raped a young campaign worker in a Little Rock hotel room, the same guy that used an Arkansas state trooper to procure a hundred different women for him to bed, the same guy who carried on a long term affair with Gennifer Flowers, the same one who paid millions to silence Paula, the same one who used White House intern Monica Lewinski for a little oral sex relief in the Oval Office, the same guy stripped of his law license for lying to a grand jury and the same one who pardoned Mark Rich, who funneled millions into Clinton's campaign coffers.  My god, you talk about a war on women?  Bill Clinton was the Commander in Chief of the war on women!

And yet, here was Slick Willie up on the podium, mouthing homilies of victories and accomplishments for which the only credit he deserves is to be President when Americans sent those Contract with America Republicans to Congress in 1994 to rein in big spending Bill Clinton.  A President that disgraced the highest office in the land, only the second to be impeached in our entire 235 year history.

And here were the Democratic delegates oohing and ahhing and having collective orgasms over a man totally without a moral bone in his body.  They roared and they laughed and they cheered as Slick Willie twisted truths and pronounced lies...and made them all so lovely and real.

In that same audience we had Charlie Rangel, convicted of tax fraud, Al Sharpton, convicted of tax fraud, Maxine Waters, nailed for tying to steer federal dollars to her banker husband.

Also gracing the Democrat's stage was Sandra Flucke, a 30 year old law student who's only claim to fame was wanting taxpayers to pay for her birth control pills.

Then we had the Mayor of bankrupt, crime ridden, illegal alien-infested Los Angeles, as the "stage manager".  Did anyone see his efforts to get "God" and "Jerusalem" back into the party platform?  I was reminded of the scene in Ten Commandments when Moses returns with the commandments only to find the mob worshipping the golden calf....the good mayor, lacking the moral authority of a Moses, was tongue tied and uncomfortable as the liberal mob shouted down his efforts to get "God" back into the platform.  A party chairman finally had to come out and ram it down the crowd's throat cause The Anointed One read the polls and saw his numbers plunge.  So "God" is back in the platform...until after the election is over.

                                                     

Folks, I tried my best to take these people seriously but, frankly, all I saw this week was a bunch of criminals, perverts and an immoral orgasmic mob of people worshiping the golden calf of more "give me", more adultery, more atheism, more illegal amnesty and more wasteful government spending.

Sad, Damned Sad.