Stevieslaw: How to tell if you are a Republican
Some years ago, I published a piece entitled “Are you Jewish?” in which I provided a simple test—can you slug down a pastrami sandwich on white bread with mayo or butter and lettuce and tomato? If yes, then no.
There is similar confusion today about “Are you a Republican?” Some of that arises naturally from the fact that there are two classes of Republican. The first, the more traditional Republican, is heartless and cruel—think repeal of health care that leaves 20 or 30 million people without or a tax cut aimed solely at enriching the already rich. The second group, of which Wormtongue (steve bannon) is representative, is heartless, cruel and creepy. This group believes Nazis are good people and are willing to wholehearted support a serial child molester for Senate. Years ago, I am told there was a third group—good hearted conservatives who were believed in fiscal responsibility. But that group has been hunted to near extinction since the days of Newt Gingrich.
Fortunately, both groups are heartless and cruel. The test is a simple one—are you bewildered by the lyrics of this Phil Ochs song? If yes, you are Republican.
There But for Fortune
Show me a prison, show me a jail
Show me a prisoner whose face has gone pale
And I’ll show you a young man with so many reasons why
And there but for fortune, may go you or I
Show me the alley, show me the train
Show me a hobo who sleeps out in the rain
And I’ll show you a young man with so many reasons why
There but for fortune, may go you or I
Show me the whiskey stains on the floor
Show me the drunken man as he stumbles out the door
And I’ll show you a young man with so many reasons why
There but for fortune, may go you or I
Show me the country where the bombs had to fall
Show me the ruins of the buildings once so tall
And I’ll show you a young land with so many reasons why
There but for fortune, go you or I — you and I
Stevie's Law 
I had been fruitlessly corresponding with my Republican Senator, hoping that I could convince him to change his ways, hoping that when I woke up this morning, I would hear that the tax bill went down because at the last minute, in a surprise move, my Senator voted against the fat cats.
Reading the news was a rude awakening.
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We don’t even try with that sob Toomey. They don’t need us any more. They’ve had no use for the poor for a long long time, now they don’t need the middle class either. The rich will take what they can and build private estates. Sad time for the children and grandchildren.
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