Coast to Coast with Michael Steele

The Republican National Committee has released a series of exciting new videos called “Coast to Coast” starring their party chairman and executive silly person Michael Steele and, golly gee willikers, home slice, do they ever stimulate my package. They each feature a city Steele has visited (he’s been, like, everywhere) and saucy, danceable regional background music (try not to get “jiggy wid it,” I dare you! Salsa! Blues! Some kinda Texas music!). Each video is comprised of sped-up footage of local Republicans, including every GOP minority within a fifty mile radius, meeting with Steele and walking really fast and signing people up for things and teabagging hippies. There are also snippets of Steele’s speeches which rely on heavy repetition (“let’s get about the business of…,” “you will not be budged…,” “now is the time…,” “I need you to…”) and are jam packed with wizdum like this:

I’m asking you to make a small sacrifice to help us build, to help us grow, to help us to stay in the game, not get back in it ‘cause, folks, we never left it, so don’t believe the hype.  We’re still in the game. They don’t want you to know that, but we’re still in the game.

In another video he illustrates that they’re “still in the game” (and that he’s down with his bad self) by shooting an imaginary basketball! He posts up! And it’s an airball! Oof! You are not the Hoops & Change Messiah, silly person! He never misses.

Steele also encourages Republicans to lure folks into the party, but none of those RINO-types, so I guess he expects them to dig up corpses and pull some Frankenstein-like shit because last time I checked the bankrupt wingnut factories didn’t get any bailout money:

I’m glad you want to be a Republican, but I don’t need you to be a Republican in name only, I need you to be a Republican in principal.

Everyone in the crowd “ooooooohs!” after that because they love hating people, even some of their fellow Republicans.  But their tent is big and getting bigger.  Really, it is! Don’t believe the hype. The end.

[cross-posted at No More Mister Nice Blog]

Posted by Kevin K. on 06/05/09 at 09:06 AM • Permalink

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[Lawrence Welk] Play that funky music, white boy [/Lawrence Welk]

I feel sorry for him. It’s like being a Thalidomide salesman.

I feel sorry for him. It’s like being a Thalidomide salesman.

Ha! Or Olestra.

And if you order today, we’ll be including a pallet of lead & ground glass flavored baby food at no additional charge.

Steele also encourages Republicans to lure folks into the party,


so that they can slip you a few roofies , and suck out your brains while you’re passed out.

so that they can slip you a few roofies , and suck out your brains while you’re passed out.

Is that inside the Republican party van?

I’m glad you want to be a Republican, but I don’t need you to be a Republican in name only, I need you to be a Republican in principal.

Obey the Hypnotoadie!

Why is it that Republicans always talk about “supporting Republican principles”, but never actually talk about what those principles are?

I’m guessing it’s because that the fundamental principle is to defend an establishment which no longer works for the benefit of about 95% of the population.

Can’t wait to see the Seattle video, it will be two minutes of six or seven geriatrics trying to stay awake and crickets chirping.

Say, Kevin, I see you posted a bunch of RNC videos on your blog so that we can view them and see Michael Steel in action.

Screw you, asshole!

Screw you, asshole!

Fuck you, RINO!  Honk honk!

Republican principles:

Tax cuts are magic unicorns that make everyone rich and powerful.  Oh, and by everyone we mean rich and powerful white guys with bad toupees.

I watched both of those clips, and for some reason I just want to form a naked conga line with the morning drunks from the American Legion Post down the street, and chase Benny Hill around a giant burning Wicker Man shaped like a banjo-playing retard and stuffed with burqa-wearing Mexicans.

Creepy, yes. But I can’t fight the music. And besides, I’m pretty sure the message is that this sort of thing is perfectly good and righteous to do, as long as you’re wearing a tie.

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