Track-A-’Crat: The Roll Call of Democratic Delinquency

One of my colleagues thoughtfully brought me back this souvenir from his trip to vote for Creigh Deeds (loser!) in the recent Virginia gubernatorial election.

The public autopsies performed on Deeds’ lackluster campaign have been comprehensive, but that’s no reason not to exhume the cadaver and prod it some more.

This particular error ranks far down the index of Deeds’ brainfarts (if his painful confusion surrounding issues of taxation scored a 10, then this is more like a 2), but it’s revealing about his run as a whole, nonetheless.

Because the carelessness of the candidate in his own preparation was reflected by his team in their meticulously proof-read “Deomcratic Sample Ballot.”

I know that these election crib sheets are popular, but c’mon.  If you cannot figure out how not to invalidate your own ballot, then your vote rightfully won’t count.  And if you haven’t bothered to work out for whom to cast your vote, then you shouldn’t be able to rely on some cheat sheet for direction.

As far as guarantees of minimal brain activity go, it ain’t exactly setting the bar high.

Or maybe this was a tactic of the Democrat strategists to expose their candidate’s common touch?  The ability to read and write proficiently, after all, is a hallmark of elitism and inequality.  And it’s not the first time that this administration has eschewed the diktats of traditional spelling: remember this?  And this?

But that’s just the Democrats, the party of clever.

And the next person to go under the bus, after Barry’s grandmother, spiritual mentor, terrorist-cum-ghostwriter friend, 911 truther, legions of tax-evaders, the governor of New York and anybody else who might possibly smear Barry’s meticulously cultivated and jealously protected image is Creigh Deeds, the Democratic candidate for governor of Virgina.

Failing candidate, that is.

Or if this article is anything to go by, thoroughly failed candidate.  The election hasn’t even taken place yet, but the autopsies are already being carried out, in an attempt to insulate Barry from the fallout of being associated with a losing campaign.

The Id of politicians is so hyper-developed that they cannot bear even the slightest possibility of being contaminated by someone else’s fall.  Creigh Deeds, a man for whom I have no admiration or respect whatsoever, nevertheless doubtless gave his all in his effort to become governor.  And in return, Democrat bigwigs are now scurrying away from his campaign like rats from a sinking ship.

Were I to run for election and then be treated in this way, I’d have no hesitation in turning all Russian and pursuing a scorched earth policy of the most destructive kind.  You think I’m going down and you’re not?

Wrong.

Sure, it’d be guaranteed to scupper any future political ambitions for your party of choice, but it could open many other quite unexpected doors.  It would set you up as an anti-politician, and that’s the only type of politician even approaching positive popularity nowadays.  In fact, Deeds should do this, then team up with Palin and go f*ck up the sh*t of both parties’ candidates.

Man, would I love to be a professional political arsonist.