What it's like to be inside that vacuous space known as the "Head of the Chair."

It's unfortunate that we have the chair we have.

Something of a drinker; vain, arrogant, and not nearly as smart as he thinks he is... by himself he's damaged the local party far more than all of the other RINOs put together.

Of course, maybe "RINO" is the wrong label.  "RINO" is a label that implies the basic knowledge of politics, of what Republicanism is... what it should be... and how they've warped and twisted it into something utterly unrecognizable... something that resembles the vision of a downtown mafia democrat.  There's little to indicate that this head space contains even a remote clue about any of this.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what we have now.

Fake Republicans who vote precisely the same as their democrat opponents would have had they won... interchangeably, in fact.

Massive tax increases, massive fee increases... that same arrogance of Steve "I never speak for the people, I only speak for Steve" Stuart.

A direct comparison between local democrats and their agenda with local RINOs and THEIR agenda shows little to no discernible difference.

With the current Chair, that is perfectly acceptable.  In fact, there's nothing the RINOs can do that cause him to act against them... to take any actions to remind them which side of this kabuki theater they're supposed to actually play for.  And that's why he's doing everything he can to be able to  announce to the world that my idiot-wrapped-in-a-moron brother-in-law is back in the GOP fold... no matter how much he HAS sold us out... and how much he WILL sell us out.

It's the crown on the Chair's empty head, you see.

And that's why I thought I'd chat about what's going on in this particular dome's brain.

It's dark in here.  It's selfish.  It's small.  It's incessantly worried about what others think.... that so-called "hate blog" in particular.  There is no response available to the accurate observations of others that make this brain feel oh so bad... so all it can do is strike out and try and strike back.  It's almost impossible for this head to learn, because the almost suffocating feelings of insecurity crowd that out.

In the real world, if allegations are false you certainly don't dwell on them.  You don't fail to understand, particularly when the allegations are accurate that maybe... just maybe... the fault doesn't lay elsewhere.  

You understand that in politics, your duty is to no one group of people.  You try and think for yourself... which is so very hard to do in here.

You stop listening to those who view you as a tool in much the same way you view others.

That someone could lie as much as this brain does and even begin to face himself on a daily basis is the most astounding thing of all.

Yes, it's dark in here, save for the hatred of one person who simply won't shut up about the lies, the incompetence, the arrogance and the ego of an out of control child who, in reality, shouldn't be allowed to run an elevator, let alone a large county political party... and then lie about it to boot.

In fact, the largest cancerous tumor in here is the warehouse of lies, falsehood, self-aggrandizement and the like.

Someone far smarter than I once opined that there's no end to what can be achieved if no one worries about taking credit for the outcome.

In this head, that isn't even a shadow of a thought.  It's all me, all the time in here.  And sooner or later, even the Cult members are going to get sick of it.

And it's a pity, really.  It didn't have to be a place of self-delusion, of cancerous sores and gangrene.  And it's really kind of sad that it turned out this way... but it's better to destroy this politician's efforts to become somebody in their infancy then if, God help us, he was ever elected to anything... like *I* know he wants to be.

It's musty, creepy and it looks like a Hustler centerfold collection.  The walls are covered with things we don't even want to know about.

And how sad is that?