Counterrevolutionary Meditations

A bad road, that is, characterized by plentiful potholes that seem to form whenever the the people perceive that they are regarded as rubes, bigots, stupid cracker populists, and an altogether low and disreputable rabble by the great and the good, then perhaps the Republicans ought to refrain from driving their sports cars down the road of Ameriphobia. Perhaps brusque dismissals of concerns for national identity (immigration, etc.), indifference to the concerns of those dislocated and socially destabilized by globalization, rote reassertions of now-discredited foreign-policy prescriptions, and plaintive cries that the other party will surpass your own in ineptitude and corruption just do appear to the people as manifestations of exquisite condescension.

There is no necessity of travelling this road. Or is there?