The Case for Zeeba, the Syphilitic Camel

We’ve yet to have a real Republican primary (inasmuch as the primaries have been open ones thus far, and don’t make me talk about Iowa’s non-binding caucuses), so I thought I’d make an argument for my favored candidate: Zeeba, the Syphilitic Camel.

Ok, I’m not going to keep up this trope. I’m no Dan Collins or Frank J. Fleming.

But seriously, people need to chill. No, I don’t particularly like Newt’s demagoging (forgetting his personal issues . . . and ties to Fannie Mae, etc.). I don’t like Santorum’s “squishiness.” I don’t like Romney’s opportunism. And don’t get me started on Ron Paul.

All that said, I will gladly vote for any of these four, come November, over Obama.

(Buddy Roemer? Who is that?)

I checked out on the various debates long ago. I am tired of the whining about “unfair” attacks of Republicans on Republicans. Most of the whining is about attacks that will be pulled out by the Obama side, should its various targets be the nominee. It’s not like there’s any deep opposition research that’s going on here—and many of these issues center on items that had been brought up before regarding these particular candidates. If they can’t handle it during the primary season, they will get slaughtered in the general election.

This ties in with Dan’s post on Santorum: if someone doesn’t have the intestinal fortitude to put up with the fairly mild crap that has come from Republican side, they are definitely not going to survive the tidal waves of sludge from the Obama camp and the various satellite groups that pride themselves on their independence (though their allegiance will be well known in advance).

I don’t really care which guy wins the Republican nomination: by the time primaries get around to New York, the decision will likely be foregone.

I don’t like any of these guys personally, and I don’t really like any of their “principles.” But then, I stopped expecting that any politician would extricate us from any situation.

And that’s what all these guys are: politicians.

People who look to politicians for salvation get what they deserve. All I ask of them is that they quit screwing around with me. (I know that’s not going to happen, but still—can you screw around with me less than the prior guy did? A lot less?)

I can’t get worked up about any of them, positively or negatively, and I will not give any of them any money—because, to a large extent (other than teams for legal challenges on vote fraud), the money is irrelevant.

This general election is going to be a referendum on Obama. And, due to the man’s near-ubiquity on the airwaves, people are well aware of his record.

I don’t care about Obama’s college grades. I don’t care who actually wrote his books. I don’t care if he’s had a little sumthin-sumthin on the side. I don’t care if he’s lying about quitting smoking.

The man has a record in office now. He’s actually been forced to stick to a single job, and take responsibility for executive decisions, though he’s given himself plenty of vacation time.

So, all I have to ask is:

Are you better off now than you were four years ago?

UPDATE (JM): Credit for the Zeeba meme—and photo—must go to Professor Glenn Reynolds, of Instapundit.

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Mary Pat Campbell, aka Meep, has been blogging on public pensions, unions, and finance at POWIP.com, and will be cross-posting pieces here.