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Boehner says Obama Trying to "Annihilate" the GOP

Well just cry me river, J.B. First of all, this is the same party that blatantly said back in 2009 that their main goal--over and above actually getting anything DONE--was to "make Obama a one-term president."

Secondly, the Republicans are going to self-destruct on their own, going the way of the horse and buggy: they will appeal to a smaller and smaller group of people who are stuck in an increasingly ignorant and backward-thinking mindset, until the party becomes nothing more than an oddity.

Thirdly, I hope he actually DOES annihilate the current Republican party. Do them a favor. What they need is a re-brand. They've got enough corporate types in their ranks. Can't they figure this one out? Annihilation is exactly what they NEED, so they can re-group into a more ideologically-sound and more forward-thinking party. The intelligent, progressive, moderate members of the party will coalesce and move forward, the angry, dreamy, backward-looking members of the party will coalesce and be shunted off to whatever state and local seats they can hang on to.

It's almost like the "too big to fail" thing, actually. Is the GOP too big to fail? No. Do with them what should've happened to the fat, over-laden banks that the U.S. tried to prop-up with the $700 billion "bail-out": let them fail and break apart, and then re-organize, so that something new and improved can come out of the ashes.

Why? Because I want to have a CHOICE at election time. And so far to me, in 2013, there is no choice.


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