It’s time to party — and as of right now, it appears there will be
plenty of choices about which party to go to and with whom to do the
Disenchantment with the two major parties is fueling internal dissent
and interest in third parties. Among Democrats, discontented and aging
sexpot Cybill Shepherd is signaling interest in making a presidential
run. Also out of Hollywood, Warren “Bulworth” Beatty is checking around
to see if he should announce his candidacy, either as a Democrat or as a
member of the Green Party.
Pat Buchanan has packed up his principles and is headed toward the
Republican Party exit. He will probably attempt to get the nomination of
the Reform Party, against the strong wishes of its titular leader, Gov.
Jesse Ventura. It is clear that Pat will have to body slam Ventura and
pin him to the mat to take the Reform Party leadership away from him.
Many brigadiers will follow Gen. Buchanan, but others will resist his
invitation to leave a party that is still strongly pro-life to join one
that asserts that moral standards and personal behavior, including
abortion, are not issues with which the party will concern itself.
It would seem to me that if one were inclined to split from the
Republicans, a better choice would be the Constitution Party, formerly
known as the Taxpayer Party. Its presidential candidate is political
genius Howard Phillips, who has selected as his running mate Joseph
Sobran, perhaps the best political columnist in America. These are two
of the most brilliant and eloquent men in America, cut out of the same
patriotic and visionary cloth as the founders themselves.
In his final column, Sobran wrote that “no more than the Democrats do
the Republicans honor the Constitution. They merely violate it at a
slower pace … the great majority of the U.S. government’s current
activities are both unconscionable and unconstitutional. …The U.S.
Constitution is an idea whose time has come back.”
While I greatly admire courageous rebels such as Buchanan, Phillips
and Sobran, I think they are about the business of tending to a flock
that is already in the fold. The real field of opportunity where the
good fight needs to be fought is behind the lines in the Democratic
Party, in the muck and mire of free-running sewers, where may be found
the disoriented and the confused — the lost sheep who have strayed.
Based on this analysis, I am considering running for the presidency
as a Democrat. While this may sound like someone volunteering for an
unguided trip through the pits of hell, there is a purpose in my seeming
madness. It is obvious that many Democrats are crying out for someone to
help them put distance between themselves and the Clintons. No Democrat
contender for the party’s nomination, not Algore, not Bill Bradley, is
as distant from the Clintons as I am.
What could be more clear than that the Democrat Party has been
completely taken over by the left-wing extremists in its ranks? Algore
and Bill Bradley have been seduced by the homosexual lobby, strong-armed
by education unions, and bribed by the abortion industry. They offer no
remedy to America, and no redemption to repentant Democrats. They offer
nothing more than more of the sorry same.
The Democratic Party suffers from an unchallenged commitment to
amorality. It has fallen into a state of intellectual rigidity, a
virtual closed system of illogic, the kind described by the late German
philosopher Karl Jaspers as “… a prison of conventions and opinions,
concealments, and unquestioned acceptance. …”
Bottom line: The Democrat party is frozen in the wrong place,
insulated from change and creativity by brain-numbing liberal dogma. It
has become monolithic and intolerant of ideological diversity. There are
many good Democrats who do not have a choice. They deserve one, and I am
tempted to offer myself as “A New Kind of Democrat,” dedicated to
helping the party rediscover its soul and its common sense. I think the
Democratic Party is a can of worms I can open.
I have formed a pre-exploratory committee to advise me on whether I
should appoint an exploratory committee to explore the idea of a
presidential run on the Democratic ticket. My husband, widely known as
the smartest as well as the wisest man in America, probably the world,
is my pre-exploratory committee; he will talk to a few neighbors, think
it over, and get back to me.
I do not know what he will recommend, but I got a clue when I asked
him if he would like to run with me as my vice president. He replied,
“I’m sorry, honey, but I just don’t have the fire in the belly for doing
it. Speaking of that, what’s for supper?”
I’ll keep you posted.