Grifting Old Party
The once Grand Old Party is now no more than a grift. Look it up.
I can’t believe how willfully incurious and ignorant english speaking people have become. With the internet it’s never been easier to learn the definition of new words. People are triggered by my use of the word polemic to describe my incendiary narrative about what the approval of sodomy has done to their brains. I’m all done with it.
If you won’t take time to look up the definition of the word “grift” then stop reading.
Millennials have sure nailed U.S. with the designation “normies.”
I’m going to the Chelsea Town Hall today and proudly unenrolling from the Maine Republican Party. My gubernatorial campaign will continue. Citizens of good will who want me to serve as their Governor can write my name on to the November ballot.
When Jesus sent out his twelve disciples he gave them a ritual to perform on their way out of an unwelcoming town. He said, “And whosoever shall not receive you, nor hear your words, when ye depart out of the that house or city, shake off the dust of your feet.” Just before he said that he advised, “And when ye come into an house, salute it. And if the house be worthy, let your peace come upon it: But if it be not worthy, let your peace return to you.”
I’m letting my peace return to me as I shake the Maine partisan dust off my feet. Maine’s wicked unconstitutional government, especially her partisan elements, are supremely unworthy of any more of my — or my volunteers — time. I am calling on all my supporters to immediately unenroll from the political parties.
Maine will be saved by the supreme law of the land, the constitution, or it deserves the destruction that it is experiencing.
Jesus concludes his direction on how to handle a violent polity with the promise, “Verily I say unto you, It shall be more tolerable for the land of Sodom and Gomorrah in the day of judgment, than for that city.”
My peace is with me.
Enjoy your war.