For once, a coupling has taken place which is more disturbing to conservatives than any gay wedding can ever be. Yes, Republicans and Democrats decided to get together and make a budget, and all day long, the sound of wailing and gnashing of teeth was heard on the talk radio airwaves. The conservative dog had awkward interspecies sex with the liberal cat, and the resulting litter doesn’t appeal to anybody.
One could see the budget as a Christmas miracle, a moment when two sides which had long been warring with each other came together in peace. But right wing radio listeners think this really is a war, so a deal isn’t just a deal, it’s abandoning your position to the enemy. And so Paul Ryan, formerly the golden boy of the Ayn Rand brigade, is now being dragged through the mud by his own followers for consorting with the other side.
Mind you, there are things in this budget that I don’t like at all, as a progressive. But, well, that’s the nature of compromise–you get things you don’t like. It’s a sign of where we are as a country that a compromise is considered an apocalyptic event. Perhaps, for all the talk about our desire for bipartisanship, we–secretly or not so secretly–prefer the drama and division?