God vanished, and Jerusalem was swallowed by the abyss. It was confounding — a mystery to all — that the Democratic platform could betray the Democrats at the Democratic National Convention. Adding to the mystery, there were no culprits. It couldn’t have been the atheist lobby. And Obama was shocked, shocked that an anti-Israel contingent existed within his own party. But that’s just the obvious stuff. Of course, the atheists clipped God from the platform. And the only foreign leaders more forsaken by Obama than Bebe Netanyahu were Muammar Gaddafi and Hosni Mubarak (who had kept the peace with Israel for two generations, but I digress.) The more troubling aspect of the ridiculous, embarrassing, last-second rewriting of the Democratic platform on the convention floor has gone virtually unnoticed.
First, let’s recap.
On Tuesday morning, the Democrats unveiled their 2012 platform. By noon, the Republicans were blasting the president for abandoning Jerusalem. At 1:59 p.m., David Brody of CBN News reported that the Democrats were godless, at least on paper. Everyone — left, right and center — was asking questions. No one claimed responsibility. The forever stammering Jay Carney was stammering. The forever smirking Rachel Maddow acted like it was no big deal, then compared the episode to a rules change in Tampa. Day one of the DNC was a disaster for the Democrats, a feeding-frenzy for the Republicans.
Day two began the way day one ended. No one was responsible. Everyone denied knowledge and expressed surprise. A few Democrat-appointed apologists insisted that it was a simple misunderstanding and small potatoes in comparison to Mitt Romney’s plans to enslave women and Paul Ryan’s fetish for snuffing the elderly. The White House insisted that Jerusalem is the capital of Israel and that God still, in a very literal sense, is. There were promises to make amends.
It’s early Wednesday evening and the convention is approaching primetime as the suave, handsome DNC maestro Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa takes center stage. He exudes confidence. His smile is soothing. His manner suggests that this whole, silly drama will be settled shortly. A two-thirds majority is required to change the platform. As a mere formality, the mayor takes a verbal vote.
Say ‘aye’ for God and his chosen people.
The ayes echo throughout the hall.
Say ‘no’ for atheism or Palestine.
The noes match, or perhaps exceed, the ayes.
Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa is stunned. After a moment of pause, he decides that the vote was a fluke. He requests a second vote. The noes are as emphatic and numerous as ever. The mayor sees his political career flash before his eyes. The White House has told him what to do, but cameras just witnessed the will of the people. He looks for help. An ancient procedure drone shrugs her shoulders at him. The only honest thing that he can do is admit that his party is divided — an admission that will throw the convention into chaos and make a personal enemy of the president of the United States. In desperation, he requests a third vote. By anyone’s estimation, the noes take it. But Villaraigosa deems the motion carried anyway.
And there you have it — voter fraud on national television. The will of the people be damned, the Democrats believe in oligarchy.
If Democrats will ignore the votes of their own party in front of cameras, how do the ballot boxes run by this crew work in Chicago? Is it any wonder that President Obama and Attorney General Holder are keeping dead voters on the books in Florida and condemning voter ID laws nationwide?
Yates Walker is a conservative activist and writer. Before becoming involved in politics, he served honorably as a paratrooper and a medic in the U.S. Army’s 82nd Airborne Division. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.