I continue to receive messages
from my well-intentioned lefty friends about what we besotted Republicans could or should do to improve our electoral fortunes the next time out. The latest, which three people have sent me, is a link to a New York Times article that claims the GOP is doomed due to its technological obsolescence. I’d link to it, except I haven’t bothered to read it, not do I think I will.

The fact is, I don’t care if a Republican ever holds the White House again.

That’s not to say that I have become a Democrat, or a Joe Biden fan, or that I’m all on board the Hillary Express. It’s that I now have a clearer, albeit bleaker, picture of where the country is, or, more specifically, where it has chosen to be.

This is a country that is careening toward insolvency, and, barring some unforeseen cataclysmic shift in public sentiment, it will never elevate anyone to the highest office in the land that has the cojones to say as much. Any Republican that can conquer the overwhelming demographic obstacles that stand in the way of a Republican victory in the electoral college will also have to advocate positions that will make him or her part of the insoluble problem.

As squabbles continue about guns or abortion or global warming or taxes or defense spending or health care gay rights or foreign policy or Benghazi or the president’s vacations or what Michelle O’s hair looks like, it feels more and more hollow.

None of it matters. None of it matters at all.

Does anyone care now what the Soviet Union’s position on gay marriage was? No? So why should we care what the United States policy is on gay marriage or anything else if there’s not going to be a United States?

Because, you know, there isn’t going to be a United States.

This is not wild-eyed alarmism; it is a statement of fact. The course we are on with the demographic trends that drive our mandatory spending will bury us in debt to the point that we will no longer be able to function as a nation. The amount of money necessary to meet our entitlement obligations in the future does not exist. If we don’t acknowledge it now, the math will make it happen for us. And it will happen, regardless of how high we raise our taxes, how much we cut our discretionary spending, and who’s sitting on the Supreme Court.

That doesn’t mean we’ll all die and the country will be sucked into a black hole. It does mean, however, that we’ll have to start over. Neither you nor I know what that looks like, and maybe it won’t be apocalyptic. But it will have to happen. Nobody holding office in any party is even thinking about taking credible steps to stop it. And the longer we wait, the harder it will be to slow the gathering inertia.

So I’m supposed to rally around the flag? Come to the aid of the party? Call the guy with the donkey on his shirt a monster while making excuses for idiots that think the national discussion should focus on laws forcing women to carry the children of their rapists?

Yeah, no thanks.

This is bleak, I know. But I’m not trying to get all Glenn Beck on you. Don’t head for the hills and hunker down in a heavily-armed bunker with your food storage. The life that’s coming for the rest of us left behind in civilization won’t suck as hard as bunker life will. The Soviet Union is gone, but Russia is still there. We’ll still be here, too.

So, bottom line, understand that I have zero party loyalty and no enthusiasm for a political process that has put the destruction of the nation on autopilot. And I will jump back into the fray the moment that any guy in any party demonstrates both a willingness and a capacity to steer the Titanic away from the iceberg instead of rearranging the deck chairs.

I have not seen that guy. I’m certainly not that guy. In fact, I don’t think there is such a guy.

I’m bracing for impact.

(Thank you! I’m here all week! Tip your waitresses! Try the veal!)