Then they’ll get their wish.
I don’t eat restaurant A because restaurant A is constantly badmouthing restaurant B; I’ll eat at restaurant A only because I like their food/service/price etc.
I recall some state GOP guy (I live in VA-still considered a swing state as of 2012) on the third party choices stating, “We know this election is too important to have people throw their votes away”.
The GOP really needs to stop resorting to reliance on fear-mongering, because quite a few of us did vote our consciences.
Want me to vote Republican? Stop nominating ****** candidates.
Honestly, the GOP is like the shopkeeper of a store no one goes into who blames the customers for not showing up. It makes no sense.
I’m not a Repub. Never have been. And I certainly dissent from some of the “standard” Repub views.
I was a “cradle Democrat” and held office in the party until it became clear to me that it had abandoned its former values and stood for nothing but abortion. To that it has now added the degradation of marriage and the persecution of the Catholic Church.
So, I oppose that party, as I believe it is the moral obligation of every Catholic to do. This is not a matter of consumer preference like going to this restaurant or that. It is a matter of whether one chooses to oppose evil by means that could imaginably be effective, though far from perfect, or withdraw out of pride and refuse to fight evil.
When we refuse to oppose evil when we could do so, we become a party to that evil, and participate in the moral evils ourselves.
That’s why I no longer support the Democrat party, and that’s why I support Republicans.
One remembers the poem “opportunity”, which probably schoolchildren no longer read but once did.
OPPORTUNITY
by: Edward Rowland Sill (1841-1887)
THIS I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream:–
There spread a cloud of dust along a plain;
And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged
A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords
Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince’s banner
Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes.
A craven hung along the battle’s edge,
And thought, “Had I a sword of keener steel–
That blue blade that the king’s son bears, – but this
Blunt thing–!” he snapped and flung it from his hand,
And lowering crept away and left the field.
Then came the king’s son, wounded, sore bestead,
And weaponless, and saw the broken sword,
Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand,
And ran and snatched it, and with battle shout
Lifted afresh he hewed his enemy down,
And saved a great cause that heroic day.