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SMALL-TOWN AMERICA SPEAKS, EVEN IN THE LIBERAL EAST
Editorial by Doug Cook
(Jan. 21, 2010) — I was raised in New Ipswich, NH, just over the border from Ashby, MA. I’ve been investigating vote-rigging in the Massachusetts special election, and this is what I think happened: it was in place long before the 19th, mostly in precincts where the conspirators expected the largest turnouts, places where phony tallies can be smuggled in and hidden and you can add only so many before it shows up. Those turnouts occurred, but what they failed to account for was twofold: the number of Democrats who jumped ship, and, more important, how many small towns beyond Rt. 495 and into the Berkshires had tremendous turnout for Brown. I’m talking about places such as North Athol, Townsend and Russell, where everyone knows everyone. You can’t sneak in more than a few votes. For decades, these towns have contributed few votes to the statewide totals. But not anymore.
In these small towns resides the decades-long disenfranchised electorate that saw in Brown someone who believed in them, and in turn they believed in him. They could smell it; Brown passed the small-town America smell test with flying colors. No vote-rigging could cover this spread. It’s not that people in this country have been complacent for decades; they understood during that time that there were few choices other than the political machine. Their radar has always been up, but now there is a new paradigm that cannot be corrupted by the elite and ready for the taking. Decades of being treated like so much political chattel is coming back to bite those who have been the enablers of gross misconduct and gerrymander. After all, gerrymander originated in Massachusetts.
The SEIU, ACORN, Coakley, and the Obamas, et al have no comprehension of those of us who live in what they see as a wasteland of Bibles, guns and unwashed knuckle-draggers. We have been ignored for so long that we plainly do not exist in the collective Alinsky mind.
We are the Mongol horde, and we just crossed the Rubicon on DC frontier lands. DC is naked just as Rome was. These supposed representatives are now just as naked as the prince dictator. The exodus has begun. Like cockroaches when the light comes on, they will be scurrying like mad, genuflecting before the unwashed masses because the true depth of their transgressions is irrefutable, no longer covered by the fig leaf of “business as usual.” Like a Mao Tse-Tung Christmas tree ornament, things have gone beyond the pale. There are no redeeming values left to bargain with, the jig is up and they are all toast.