To MeWe or Not To MeWe

“You kids quit with that free speech or I’ll deplatform your ass!”

                That is the question.

                Most of you…well, most of you who are reading this…and that may be only two (including me)…realize that we’re in the middle of a cultural revolution.  Especially after the dumpster fire of an election which saw the coronation of a demented fossil and a morals-challenged harpy (no, I’m not talking to you, Hillary.  This time).  This is made worse by the fact that we can’t trust most of what we see anymore, anywhere (and, yes, Fox News, I AM talking to you).

                For the first time since I’ve been alive, I worry that those platforms to which I turn for news and information will no longer be available.  I’m afraid they’ll disappear from view because of absurd canards such as “racism,” “bigotry,” “hatred,  or “Orange Man Bad.”  The unbelievably ignorant and stupid (sometimes, these are the same people) would have you believe there is no difference.

                Add that “Black Lives Matter” has been nominated for a Nobel Peace Peace (a…Nobel…Peace…Prize) and it’s clear the lunatics have grabbed hold of the asylum. 

                While I could devote an entire column to the entirety of the shitshow unfolding around us, I’ll concentrate on just one part of the overall “shitshowedness” (not a real word):  that of social media.

                In the lead-up to the freak show of Election Day, social media giants such as Twitter, Facebook, and You Tube were squelching free speech.  They refused to publish anything which they deemed an affront to their “community standards.”  From refusing to acknowledge Hunter Biden’s peccadilloes (I’m positive that had I tried putting those three words on Facebook, I’d be banned) to anything which questioned the legitimacy of said demented fossil as president.  My Facebook account was even suspended for some unknown offense (which occurred in January…2019) and again last month,  for what I have no clue.

                Twitter had become a cesspool of hate, despair, and overall “butthurtedness” (once more, not a real word).  CEO Jack Dorsey (who looks like he’s auditioning for a biopic on Rasputin) piously complained that he wants Twitter to protect the innocent from evil thought.  What a goof that only conservative thought was affected while at the same time BLM, ANTIFA, and the mullahs in Iran continue to bloviate their vitriol.

                You Tube has its own issues, as well.  They’ve deplatformed Rudy Giuliani and demonetized other voices whom they found offensive.

                In response to these infringements on the First Amendment, I deleted my account at Twitter.  No loss, all the acid over there gave me angina.  And I’m getting to be too old to have angina.

                You Tube?  Yeah, I probably should have nothing to do with those guys, either.  But, I like the videos, especially the Critical Drinker Movie Reviews and “Everything Wrong With [insert movie title here].”  Those things are a hoot.  To say nothing of all the bitching about Game of Thrones.

                Apparently, Rumble is a good alternative.  I’ll probably end up over there eventually.

                As far as Facebook, I’ve cut down on my posting over there substantially.  While I would dearly love to cut ties with Zuckerberg’s monster, I really can’t at this time.  Too many of my family and friends use Facebook to pass important information.  For instance, were it not for Facebook, I would never have learned that my best friend’s mother had passed away.

                So, I’ll be staying with Facebook for a little while, at least.  But, I won’t be posting anything which could even remotely be considered controversial.

                And that’s a damn shame.  We need civil discourse if we’re to avoid devolving into a dystopian nightmare (tragically, there are those among us, thankfully a minority, who cheer this very same thing on).

                As far as whether I think these platforms should have the right to restrict what is posted, I most definitely think they do.   They are private enterprises, after all.  But…but, there is no way that they should be protected by the government for what they do.  Do we really want a Red, White, and Blue Pravda?

                Remove the protections…alrighty then.  We’ll be on our way.

                So, it was with the mass defection from Facebook and Twitter for the likes of MeWe and Parler.  Only, the bastards who want to shut us up followed us there.

                Parler became a refuge for those disgusted by Twitter.  Even though there were some hateful postings and it wasn’t nearly as user-friendly as Twitter, I felt that people like me had a place to go.  I even welcomed those liberals who participated.  I did not want a conservative echo chamber.  How boring would that be?

                Those posts which called for outright violence (I don’t recall seeing any, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there were) were immediately taken down by Parler.  However, that wasn’t good enough for Amazon, who denied Parler the ability to use its servers.

                As of this writing, Parler hasn’t returned.

                However, I’ve found something called “Gab.”  Very Twitter-like, it so far hasn’t succumbed to the scolding harridans of the Internet.  In fact, I find that navigating around Gab is quite a bit easier than on Parler.  I’ve actually had conversations with people, which I didn’t really with Parler.

                We’ll see what happens when Parler, as it eventually will, returns.

                As far as an alternative to Facebook, I’ve turned to MeWe.  So far, it appears to be an adequate alternative.  Like with Parler (and Gab), it also counts those who do not have a conservative bent among its subscribers.  I welcome this as, like with the other services, a “hallelujah chorus” would get way boring.

                MeWe, while not completely the same as Facebook, is growing.  It still doesn’t have the reach as Facebook, but I’m convinced this will not last forever.

                I believe that, the more people use MeWe, the more they’ll get used to it.  And the more they get used to it, the more they’ll use it.  It reminds me of the time when Facebook first appeared.  It was competing with another personal interaction site, MySpace.  Of course, over time, Facebook surged and overcame its challenger.  Even though I initially had a MySpace account, I decided to give that Facebook thing a try.

                On a related note, I also owned a Beta VCR which competed with VHS.  And, we all know how that turned out.  Before they both ended up on business’ trash heap.

                Are there objectionable things on MeWe?  Things that offend me?  Absolutely.  But, here’s the thing.  No post that I’ve read called for outright violence, setting things on fire, or destroying things like, say, Israel.

                Plus, and much more importantly, I am a grown-up.  If I don’t like something, I scroll right on by.  I don’t feel the need to squeal to a corporate Mrs. Kravitz.

                My point is that platforms such as MeWe, Gab, Rumble (and eventually Parler) will thrive the more folks get comfortable with them.

NOTE: These sites are completely free, despite what you may see (or have heard). I know, for instance, that MeWe offers subscribers some sort of “Premium Membership” for a price. Frankly, though, I’m satisfied what with I can do. If I am ever called upon to pay for what is now free, yeah, won’t be doing that.

                If, and in the age of Idiot Joe and Chlamydia Kamala, that’s a big if, they are allowed to be.

If any of you have read this, much less gotten this far, my contact information is:

MeWe- Kenneth Charles
Parler- AlPenwasser
Gab- Kenneth Charles

I’m also on Instagram (yes, yes, I know it’s owned by Facebook…baby steps, baby steps)- mop_savant

Facebook- Kenneth Charles

Don’t Know Much About History

This is the Kublai Khan from the TV show. He’s much scarier looking than pictures of the real Kublai, despite the fact his barber got a little carried away.

    To celebrate my release from Facebook Jail (screw them anyway), I thought I’d favor you with my version of a bit of the history of the world.  Relying solely on what I remember from high school, I’ll just blast away at whatever topic I choose.  No encyclopedias, Google, libraries, or bathroom walls (“Here I sit, broken-hearted, the Romans shit while the Greeks just farted”) for me.  Meaning, this will probably be an indictment of the educational system of Stratford, Connecticut. 

      While I can’t promise that everything I write will be the complete truth, it’s at least my understanding.  Indeed, it may compel you to actually do a little research on your own.  Yeah, right, like that’s gonna happen.  After all, The Masked Singer’s on.

      WARNING:  If you use any of what I write to prepare for a History AP Exam, you are truly an idiot. You didn’t go to school in Stratford, did you?

      Anyway, when I’m not doing anything constructive as I while away retirement (i.e., this is most of the time), I read a lot and watch a lot of TV (i.e., I don’t really read a lot).  For my viewing pleasures, I prefer reruns of The Twilight Zone and whatever historical dramas which happen to be on things such as Netflix.

      Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know…Obamas own quite a bit of a service which is in thrall to Progressive ideals.  But, I’m not paying for it.  I’m using my daughter’s subscription so eventually, when I won’t be able to anymore (i.e., she catches on), I’ll assert my conservative ideals and…probably pay for it myself.

      Don’t judge me.

      I started off bingeing on The Tudors or, as I prefer to call it, The Power of Boners.  It was actually a pretty good tale of King Henry VIII and all his excuses to boink six women.  My only big kick about it was that he was never portrayed as the bloated, Jabba the Hutt lookalike that Harry eventually became.  Meh.  It was entertaining, nonetheless.
     

Then, I started watching The Borgias, the story of that horndog, Pope Alexander VI and his equally debauched kids.  A Power of Boners Lite, it was also pretty goodWith a fair selection of beautiful girlies and never a scene where we had to endure a naked Jeremy Irons.

      Now, I’m watching Marco Polo.  It’s a very interesting look at a Venetian (from Venice.  In Italy.  You’re welcome) merchant as he gingerly dodges the hazards of the court of Kublai Khan.    

      Kublai Khan was the founder of the Mongol Dynasty (or was it Genghis?  Well, at any rate, it sure AF wasn’t Marco Polo).  You know, those kooky Dothraki-like dudes who rode in from East Jesus to terrorize hapless peasants.  So, instead of arranging chicken bones into the image of a saint or dying from the Black Plague, the serfs of Pre-Renaissance (French for “lavatorial facilities”) Europe ran screaming through the mud like Justin Beiber groupies (if he lived in the Middle Ages) just to keep their heads on their shoulders.

      Kublai (not to be confused with “Kublai, Fran, and Ollie,” a popular Chinese children’s puppet troupe) grew up in East Asia sometime in the late 13th century, or what historians call “A Long Effin’ Time Ago.”  I’m thinking his birthplace was in Mongolia, but what do I know, he was only leader of the Mongols.

      Grandson of the great Genghis Khan (of the Lake Baikal Khans), young Kublai had historic shoes to fill (literally. Genghis’ yak footwear was passed down from generation to generation).  At first, Kublai sought the life of a businessman when he opened a chain of restaurants on the Asian steppes.  Unfortunately, the huge popularity of “General Tso’s Chicken” eclipsed his own “Kublai’s Kippers” and he was forced into a life of conquest. 

      Smarting from his culinary comeuppance, Kublai swore revenge on his Chinese rivals.  Making an end-around the Great Wall of China (via the Not-So-Great Picket Fence of China), he established his headquarters in what is now known as Beijing (although the Mongols probably called it something Mongolian.  I forget.  If I ever knew.  I probably didn’t).

      From the relative luxury of his capital (NOTE: Still without indoor toilets), he oversaw his vast kingdom which stretched from the eastern coast of Asia through Europe and into the smarty-pants Islamic world.  His only major setback was his invasion of Japan.  The crafty Japanese used their secret weapons of dinosaurs and sex robots to thwart the horseback invaders, who, incredibly, failed to realize their horses couldn’t swim in the Sea of Japan.

      Insert inevitable “Water Polo” joke here.

      Later in his reign, the great Khan was visited by Marco Polo, inventor of the swimming pool game.  The Italian merchant was awed by the beauty of the great khanate, the jeweled riches he beheld, and the exotic spices sure to spice up whatever dead thing was found floating in a Venetian canal.  He was especially intrigued by Chinese handcuffs.  In fact, Marco used one of these devilish restraints to help his father, Water, break his nose-picking habit.

      NOTE:  See what I did there?

      Likewise, Kublai was fascinated by these pungent visitors from lands he had just raped and pillaged.  Still, he was amazed that they had the audacity to show up without calling first.  Or having the decency to bring even a bundt cake.

      In an effort to get to know people he would eventually behead, he urged Marco to send back as many learned men and clerics he could find so that he may learn more of the European people and of the religion which flayed the skin off non-believers who did not follow the science that the Sun revolved around the Earth.

      Flaying, though?  This was right up Kublai’s alley.  That, and shoving wooden sticks up people’s asses.  And I don’t mean donkeys.

      With a smile on his face (and dozens of fortune cookies on the back of his camel), Marco returned home to Venice where he was soon arrested for doing…something (once more, memory fails).  But, while in jail, when not fending off prison rape, he wrote a book about his visit, “How I Did It.” (which, coincidentally, was used by OJ more than 700 years later).

      Marco’s Jailhouse Journal was the catalyst for the insatiable European desire for more of what China and India offered.  It spurred Portuguese exploration around the southern tip of Africa so they could avoid having to deal with those showoffs in Genoa and Venice.  It even inspired Christopher Columbus in his voyages of exploration.  However, he read Polo’s book backward and, so, went in a completely different direction (this will be the subject of a later post, “What The Frig You Mean This Isn’t China?”). 

      Sadly, Kublai Khan died of a cold he caught while waiting for the priests Marco Polo had promised.  Apparently, he failed to put on a coat and didn’t have the sense to wear his slippers.  (NOTE: I’m more than likely wrong here).  He also didn’t realize that Italy wasn’t just around the corner because he lacked Map Quest.

      So, what legacy did he leave the world?  Well, his masterful guidance of the Mongol horde brought death and destruction to much of the known world and played a great part in the persistence of feudalism in Russia.  Wait, that’s not it.

      No, I got it.

      His leadership of ferocious invaders whose torching of Europe through over one hundred years lead to a favorite among diners throughout much of the world:

      Mongolian Barbecue.

  Okay, my head hurts now.

      Think I’ll watch a little TV.          

The Ignorant and the Hateful

                A good friend from Pennsylvania told me about a question a mutual friend asked, “What is the symbol of the Democratic Party, the elephant or the donkey?”
  

              He told me he said, “Well, naturally, it’s the jackass.”

                Then, our ignorant friend further asked, “Is George Stephanopolous a Republican or a Democrat?”

                When told he was advisor to the Clintons and, therefore, a Democrat, the bonehead (I’m sorry.  He’s a friend, but he’s a boneheaded friend) huffed that that was a lie.

                Another friend from high school told me that her son completely blocked her after finding out she voted for Donald Trump.

                Ignorance and hatred.

                Ignorance I can deal with him.   Ignorance can be helped through education, although since my friend from the Keystone State is in his 60s, that kind of willful refusal to look at all sides is impervious to logic and common sense.

                There are those among us who will vote Democrat no matter who is running.  If Attila the Hun had a “D” after his name, then it doesn’t matter.  If he (or she) was raised in a Democrat household, then he (or she) will vote Democrat.

                This has been going on for quite some time.  There were people who idolized FDR, for example.  I guess I can see the logic in this.  After all, it was a Republican president, Hoover, who cocked things up, setting the wheels in motion for the Great Depression.

                We can argue about whether Roosevelt made things worse.  Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t.  I personally think he did and that it was the Second World War that actually ended the Depression, but that is my opinion.

                However, when things looked grim as the world went to shit starting in the late 30s, it was to Roosevelt a great many turned.  I can understand that, too.  I don’t think I would have, but I understand.

                That said, few people doubted that the president was rooting for the team from the United States.  Whether you supported him or not, he put America first.

                So it was with Truman, Kennedy, Johnson, the incompetent Carter, and even the Boner-in-Chief, Clinton.  However, with the accession of Obama and now Biden, I’m not so sure.  My point is, they’re Democrats and, if they’re Democrats, and you’re a committed Democrat, you’re going to support the Democrats at all times.   My father voted Democrat and his father voted Democrat, yadda, yadda, you get it. 

                The racist Republicans are the enemy and must be defeated.

                “I may not know anything about the issues, but don’t confuse me with logic and common sense.  I don’t need to research thefacts or make up my own mind.  That’s what I have CNN, MSNBC, my wife, and the New York Times for.”

                Incredibly, this friend once asked-with a straight face-whether Hitler would have been a Republican.  No shit.

                This makes me sad, but some people may be persuaded to use their own minds.  Some folks will do their research (for instance, even though I’m a Conservative, I haven’t always voted Republican).  Not this person, but some.  I’m convinced that reasonable people exist.  Don’t get me wrong.  He is a good man.  Naive, perhaps, but a good man.  However, his psychological cement has been set.

                Also don’t get me wrong, there are more than a few “My father voted Republican and his father voted Republican, so I’ll always vote Republican” stubborn guys out there. too.  Ignorance isn’t exclusive to one party.

                That all said, I was most distressed by the tale of my high school friend.  That you would cut anyone, especially your own mother, from your life because of differing political views is beyond belief.  What kind of hatred must you harbor in your heart that you would do that?

                As much as we enjoy sometimes teasing our ignorant friend, he is still our friend.  He’s entitled to be wrong, but there is no way on this planet that I would cut him from my life.  Likewise, a man whom I’ve known for 56 years would make Alan Alda look like George Patton (we even debated the relative merits of George McGovern against Richard Nixon!) has been and always shall be my friend (please excuse the shameless quote from The Wrath of Khan).

                I would never cut him from my life.  Also, there are those in my family who “swing Liberal.”  Their politics do not define our relationship and will never cause a forever rift.

                It is impossible that this is the only familial relationship thus destroyed.  The news is full of similar anecdotal information.  While I also have no doubt that a Conservative has severed connections with his Liberal family or friends, I also believe that relatively speaking, those instances are in the minority.

                What I’m trying to say is, I believe we can co-exist with the ignorant among us.  I don’t believe that we can co-exist with those who think obliterating a bond with family and friends or deprogramming those with whom they disagree are appropriate responses.

                Despite Joe Biden’s soaring rhetoric in his inauguration speech (personally, I thought it insincere), as long as there exist among us people who see nothing wrong with excising half the nation-including your mother-from your life, we will never achieve “unity.”

                Put that in your pipe and sniff it, Joe.

Ghosties and Ghoulies and Things Which Go Bump In the Night

FULL DISCLOSURE:  I was raised a Catholic and, as some of you know, was even an altar boy for four years.  Anyway, the following may offend the deeply religious.  And piss off people from Bridgeport, Connecticut who, let’s be honest, have enough problems.  In any case, if that describes you, you may wish to move along. Because I’m a sensitive soul who’s concerned about your feelings.  Anyone buy that?

  My daughter loves to watch “Ghost Adventures.”

  For those who have lives, “Ghost Adventures” is a program on the Travel Channel (Travel Channel??) that purports to show what the “living-challenged” are like.

  Oh, sure, some of you may smugly think you know everything there is to know about ghosts.  You’ve seen Casper cartoons, watched Bill Murray in “Ghostbusters,” and thought Patrick Swayze was the hottest spook you have ever seen.

  Poor Taste Department:  Of course, as we all know, Patrick Swayze has since become a ghost.

  Anyway, “Ghost Adventures” follows the…uh…adventures of Zak (he of the big biceps) and his two sidekicks as they crawl around supposedly haunted places in the middle of the night (never in broad daylight.  I think that’s a law or something).  Using state of the art equipment, two cheesy goatees, and panicked gasps of “Dude!” from Aaron, they try to convince us that mouse farts are, in reality, calls from beyond the grave.

  Hey, who’s to say that “PFFFFFTTTTTTBLURRRPPPPP!!!!!” isn’t

“Get out, before I pants you!”?

  Sometimes I watch the show with her just to make fun of it and poke her in the side while screaming, “Boo!”  Our favorite episode was when the boys visited the abandoned Remington Arms factory in Bridgeport, Connecticut.

  For those of you unfortunate enough to be traveling through Bridgeport (hopefully at warp speed, with the doors locked), you can see the factory just before you disappear in a pothole on I-95. 

  The reason I liked that particular show was that, since my personality was forged in that cauldron of urban decay, I recognized the area.  Which is why I moved very far away from it.  And have zero intention of ever going back.

  I had to laugh at Zak and company.  Even though they tried to impress upon us that their immortal souls were in danger, they were actually safer locked inside.  I’m not saying Bridgeport is dangerous, but even the birds carry guns.

  The more I thought about the idea of ghosts, the more I thought about what people do to get rid of them, especially if they’re stupid enough to build a house over an Indian (the Native American, not the Microsoft Call Center kind) graveyard (Never Amish).

  For instance, are Catholics the only ones allowed to be exorcists?

  What happens if a priest wasn’t available and you had to call in, say, a Methodist?

  OK, raise your hands.  How many think a demon would be intimidated by a Methodist?  That’s right, any self-respecting spawn of Satan would just yawn and put up drapes.

  I gotta think those plagued by poltergeists would have to call in a priest (sort of like a theological Batman), no matter whether they belonged to the true faith (see, Sister Mary Caligula?  I remember my teachings) or not.  Who’d then sprinkle some holy water on the sofa, say a few “Be gone from this holy place, foul demon!” incantations, and pass out some Bingo cards.  Voila!  No more demon!

  It couldn’t be that simple, though.  Certainly, there’d have to be Jewish ghosts.  Would a Catholic work then?  A crucifix would have no effect on a Yiddish evil spirit, I’m sure.  Maybe a Star of David?

  I would think for a Jewish ghost, you’d need a rabbi.  Imagine that….

  “So, Mr. Fancy-pants, you think you’re so special you can come in here and terrorize these nice people?  So, stop with the scary big shot act already, get your coat, and scram, ya schmuck, ya. And don’t forget to wipe your feet.”

  Plus, what about Muslim ghosts?  How would you even know your ghost was a Muslim?  Would you have a shoe thrown at you in the middle of the night?  Would you wake up without a head?

  How ‘bout Mormon ghosts?  I wouldn’t think that’d be so bad.  They’d probably only possess your bicycles. Still, they’d probably show up in pairs, disguised as Donny and Marie Osmond.

  Finally, how would you get rid of an atheist ghost?  Surely there’d have to be some.  Maybe all you’d need to say is, “You don’t believe in me?  Well, I don’t believe in you.  Swear to God.  Cake?”  Problem solved.

  Just to be on the safe side, better keep the Vatican on speed dial, though.  

Foto Funnies XIII

Wawa cancels Donald Trump’s Membership in Wawa Rewards

“This clearly is an unfair decision by the executives at Wawa. I would think that a company that uses a duck, goose, or whatever that thing is would seriously consider the repercussions of denying any citizen, one of the finest to be sure, such a basic human right. Frankly, every American, except Sleepy Joe, is entitled to quality food at reasonable prices. And, ohhhhh, those pretzels! Okay, they can sometimes be soggy, but, to be honest, they are some of the finest snack foods around. Magnificent. No McDonalds french fries, but still. Therefore, Melania and I will be taking our business to 7-Eleven. Even if their coffee sucks.”

Whig 2.0

   

             I left the Republican Party many years ago.  I was disenchanted by the antics of several and disgusted by the repeated call for donations to the Grand Old Party.  With those two things in mind, I determined no political party would be able to take me for granted.  They would have to earn my vote.

                Needless to say, I didn’t join the Democratic Party, either, because of the aforementioned.  Also because I hold conservative values and liberal points of view are antithetical to everything I believe.  Plus, more than a few Democrats (certainly not all) are just batshit crazy (I’m talking to you, AOC).

                I briefly rejoined the Republican Party to vote in the Pennsylvania primary in 2016 for Ted Cruz.  I vividly recall the unease I felt about a Donald Trump presidency and wanted to do what I could to deny him the nomination.  Didn’t work out obviously, but given a choice between Trump and Clinton, it was clear to me the shrill pantsuit would be a disaster.

                Frankly, I would have preferred that the Libertarian candidate, Gary Johnson, wasn’t such a loony moonshot.

                In any event, it’s not my desire to belabor both of you readers (if that many) of the wisdom of the Trump presidency.

                What has occurred to me as I witness Republican infighting is the thought that I had quite a while ago.  As polarized as the nation is (trust me, you cannot discount 74 million votes for Trump), the Right threatens to fracture into separate camps.  I fear we may be witnessing the implosion of the GOP as a viable political party destined to go the way of the Whig Party.

NOTE: Now before the two of you (if that) accuse me of regurgitating a popular thought as we prepare to watch Idiot Joe and Chlamydia Harris take the Oath of Office, let me be clear that I was thinking this very same thing when I still had brown hair.

                The Whig Party was the number two political party (slightly smaller than the Democrats) of the United States between the 1830s and 1850s.  While not a direct descendant of the defunct Federalist Party, it held similar positions and was formed as opposition to Andrew Jackson.  Many statesmen known to America history, such as Henry Clay and Daniel Webster, were Whigs.

                Unfortunately (for them) they weren’t able to stop Old Hickory or his successor, Martin Van Buren (it’s from him we get the expression “OK.”  Go ahead.  Look it up.).  However, the Whigs did manage to get a couple presidents elected, William Henry Harrison and Zachary Taylor.  Even when those two died in office, their Whig vice-presidents assumed office (although John Tyler was ousted from the party in 1841).

                So, yeah, the Whigs had a decent run (better than the Know-Nothings. Thank God).  Unfortunately (for them), passage of the Kansas-Nebraska Act in 1854 (won’t go into the specifics of that act here; it had everything to do with wrestling with the institution that eventually tore the Union apart) was the straw that broke the back.  The party split between Southern Whigs and anti-slavery Northern Whigs who joined the newly-formed (that’s right) Republican Party.

                Luckily, though, the Democrats had their own problems as they fought amongst each other when it came to (yes) slavery, secession, and war.  The Republicans won the election of 1860 driven by resistance to the extension of slavery.

                Simplistic?  Yes.  Did I miss a couple salient facts?  Absolutely.  Are you paying for this?  Seriously?  Are you even reading this?  Please.

                My point is that bickering and bitching with each other led to the dissolution of a political party.  Would that necessarily be a bad thing?  Not…uh…necessarily.  If there was a viable conservative alternative.  But, what I fear is that there will be a third party peopled by Trump supporters and a traditional Republican Party in 2024.

                Then, when you consider that the Democratic Party shows no such division as in the 1860s and, well, let’s put it this way.  Things won’t look so good for those of a conservative bent.

                If you think this is impossible, one only needs to look at the 1992 election when Ross Perot siphoned Republican votes from George H.W. Bush (an incumbent).  Or the election of 1912 when a butthurt Theodore Roosevelt did the same to William Howard Taft (another incumbent).

                The results?  Presidents Bill Clinton and Woodrow Wilson.

                So, yeah, it can happen.

                Personally, I hope Donald Trump does not run in 2024.  That which scares me, though, is that he will.  Since I can’t see him winning the Republican nomination (in my opinion, unfairly or no, he’s damaged goods), what terrifies me is that he will take his supporters and form a third party (the… Patriot Party?  Maybe Yuge Party). 

                That kind of splintering the Republican Party cannot afford.

                The Whigs couldn’t.  And they had a funny name.