To my Republican friends (and you know who you are):
I'm not being snarky or nasty, I really mean it. The Republican Party has a grand tradition that goes back to Abraham Lincoln and Teddy Roosevelt and Robert Taft and Everett Dirksen. I honor and respect that tradition.
The truth is, though, that the Republican Party has been sick for years -- at least since the Nixon Administration. It probably became terminal sometime in the mid to late '80s, though it wasn't clear until the '90s that the Party was cancerous, devouring sustenance to all else in favor of its own growth.
Now it's devouring itself.
I'm really sorry it had to come to this. I may not like the two-party system very much, but a society in which there is only one powerful party would be far worse.
Perhaps you could visit Lourdes and pray for a miraculous cure; for that to happen would be the best possible outcome for everyone. But let's be clear, a cure won't be there unless you can clear out all the cancerous cells. Otherwise it would just grow right back.
Some of you probably refuse to believe that your Party is committing suicide. That's understandable. Denial is one of the important stages you have to go through in the grieving process. But you should get through it as quickly as possible.
Others are in the bargaining phase, thinking that if only Obama would make a deal this wouldn't have to happen. But the truth is that it's way too late for any deal of that sort to do the Republican Party any good.
Let's celebrate the good times.
Well, all right, the really good times were a long, long time ago, but you had some good times under Reagan. Really, you did. The Party, though terribly ill at that point, with early symptoms of plutocracy, torture, and war-of-choice, had a brief "sunshine" phase in those days.
But Iran-Contra was a warning sign that shouldn't have been ignored. Radical surgery at that point might have saved the Party. But now, alas, it's too late.
May God be with you as you go through your grief. I'll be there if you need me.