Democrats Take The High Road, After All Else Fails

December 7th, 2017

An Alabaman church is comparing Roy Moore’s accusers to the Romans and going on to compare Moore’s plight to the guy for whom after they named their church.

Here’s the problem with that logic; JC didn’t fondle 14 year-olds. And to quote a t-shirt from the 70’s, “Jesus is coming, and boy is he pissed!” But the real question is not “why do they love Moore so much,” but instead, “what is it about the Democratic party they so vehemently hate?”

I refuse to believe that all Alabamans are racist, homophobic and misogynistic, but I do believe many are, like the t-shirt says, pissed; pissed at liberals who mock their education, religion and way of life. We joke and condescend to much of the south, even as we stumble over our own shortcomings.

But even with Franken’s resignation, progressives are far short of the high road. From Hollywood to Bill Clinton, we turned a deaf ear to 8+ years of harassment, not to mention the Harvey Weinsteins still among us. Why? Because we want to win. And the price seems to be we will soon have a child molester in the US Senate. And some of that is on us.

Chip Franklin

Franklin is a 25 year veteran of talk radio, beginning his career in Washington DC during Clinton’s first term. He currently hosts the afternoon show at KGO radio, San Francisco. In addition, Chip is an award-winning filmmaker, comedian, and scribe, garnering seven Edward R Murrow awards, including the National Murrow award for writing. He’s also won The New York Festival honors for his unconventional coverage of The Democratic and Republican conventions, as well as more than 30 AP awards for broadcasting, and numerous appearances on ABC, CBS, FOX, NBC, and CNN. He has appeared at over 500 colleges and universities and more than a hundred Fortune 1000 companies as a speaker, comedian, and media consultant. Marc Fisher, senior editor at the Washington Post says, “Chip adds irony to a medium that rarely trusts its audience to get the joke.” He is however, a mediocre dancer.
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