Remember when James Carville smeared Paula Jones, saying you’ll never know what you’ll find “when you drag a hundred dollar bill through a trailer park.”
Remember the criticism he rightly received from conservatives for saying such garbage?
I’m not sure who Michael Barron is frankly but I tripped over a piece he published yesterday and felt the need to respond.
Someone tell me how Mr. Barron today is any different from James Carville then:
So Ginger White, self proclaimed mistress of Herman Cain and the latest pawn in the great demo destructo machine, now has remorse. She proclaims sorrow and asks for forgiveness from Mrs. Cain. She says she “never wanted any of this to happen”. Really? So that is why you went to a lawyer and held a news conference and plastered your sordid tale all over the land. But you didn’t want to hurt anybody. Yeah right. Well, lookaround Ms White as they drag the dead Mr. Cain from the battleground all at your hand. You struck the dagger. You were complicit with the poison and you created the maelstrom which now lives on in Mr. Cain’s life long after you have spent your 30 pieces of silver.
Like all Judas’, after the irrevocable act, they feel remorse and sorrow. Too late. You don’t feel bad for Mr. Cain. You feel bad for you. Who knows if anything you said was even true. It doesn’t matter. The world heard “affair” from your lips and nothing else matters. You even got to play out the stereotype of a black man with a white woman. Oh, you did him in alright and your masters in Chicago are toasting you tonight with theircognac and cigars. “What a coup!” “Can you believe she did it?” Yep, that’s your legacy. You skewered a decent man. A man running for President of the United States. A man who committed himself to a genuine quest to make America a better place. A man who sought to provide opportunity to those who had only been given welfare. A chance to join the economic opportunity afforded all Americans. Yes, Ms White, that’s what you took, not only from Herman Cain, but from all of us who supported those ideals. You didn’t just destroy Herman Cain. You destroyed us.
Here you identify the root problem with your defense Mr. Carville Barron… the truth to you doesn’t matter. What does matter is that Ginger White is tarred and feathered, that her reputation is smeared irrevocably, that she is painted as a money grubbing whore who now takes her place next to Judas… apparently because Herman Cain is your Jesus, is that correct Mr. Carville Barron?
You state that she skewered a decent man but does a decent man do things without his wife’s knowledge… for 13 years? Cain’s admitted to that has he not? And Mr. Carville Barron, Ginger White hasn’t destroyed me, and she didn’t destroy Herman Cain… in fact, just ask Cain yourself if he’s been destroyed… and while you’re asking him, ask him why, if these allegations are as you’re portraying them to be, why in hell is he quitting? Do decent men quit when confronted with lies? Do decent men simply give up when liars go on the attack? Or… might the man’s decency actually be giving way to the notion that he is as complicit as Ginger White in what has taken place and that the decent thing to do is turn back to his wife, seek her forgiveness, and mend what he himself has torn apart? That to me is a decent thing to do.
Mr. Carville Barron, Herman Cain’s decency may very well have manifested itself now and not before. And Ginger White coming forward may very well have led to that manifestation. But what do I know Mr. Carville Barron, after all, anybody with any sense knows that she’s trash, a Judas who has betrayed your Christ… correct?
Mr. Carville Barron, concludes:
So now you can take your place among the other Judas’ in history. Do you know how they turned out? Everybody knows you now and what you did. Read your bible. You’re gonna need it because where you are going, even God can’t help you.
Your God may not be able to help her Mr. Carville Barron… but my God, the God of Scripture, the God of tradition and history, the God whose Son is Jesus Christ and whose Holy Spirit dwells amongst us even now, seeks out the Ginger Whites of this world and helps them immensely.
It’s the Carvilles and the Barrons out there, putting their ideology above all else, who may be placing themselves outside the reach of God’s help, to God’s great sadness and chagrin.
God have mercy on them.
God have mercy on us each.
UPDATE: The Anchoress links and adds as only she can:
The worst thing about politics — the very worst thing about it — is how our political enthrallments help us to become everything we hate.
And so very quickly, and deceptively. It’s hate that feels like love.
The most insidious part of this Borg-like hate collective is how easily one can slip into its influence through the simple error of attaching real but disproportionate feelings of love onto things which are often illusory and ultimately temporary. I love my politics so much that I must hate you for your policies; I love my church so much that I must hate you for not loving it as intensely; I love the promise of my pension plan so much that I must hate you for pointing out that it is unsustainable; I love my opinions so much that I must not allow you to have opinions of your own.
Hatred is a twisting perversion of paradoxes wherein one can claim a love for God so fervent that it justifies hating another, even as God hates your hate, because it has been born of the absolute idol one has made out of one’s professed love.
