Michael Steele is the GOP’s new national party chairman, and he is one funny dude. Me, I love the guy because every time he steps up to a microphone, another ‘whack’ thing comes flying out of his mouth.
Republican National Committee chair Michael Steele, in an interview with the Washington Times, says he’s planning an “off the hook” public relations offensive to attract young blacks and Hispanic voters…

“We want to convey that the modern-day GOP looks like the conservative party that stands on principles. But we want to apply them to urban-surburban hip-hop settings.”
He thinks that he can renew the Republicans’ image and popularity by pimping the party. He’s gonna re-make the House of Reagan into a political ‘crib’, a place where young, rap-lovin’ hipsters can hang. And rip Barack Obama all day, presumably, between cucumber sandwiches and bong hits.
The idea, of course, is freaking hilarious. Check it:
“…some slum love out to my buddy–Gov. Bobby Jindal is doing a friggin’ awesome job in his state…”
Unless I’ve forgotten everything I ever knew, ‘wingnuts’ and ’slum love’ go together like wood chippers and Egyptian mummies. But, hey, Louisiana Governor Jindal, Steele is feelin’ you. Which is a change from previous times where, if you were a New Orleans hooker, on any Saturday night a Republican Senator clad in a diaper would really be feeling you. More:
Steele told Politico after the town hall that the whole economic recovery package “is just a wish list from a lot of people who have been on the sidelines for years … to get a little bling, bling.”
Is it me? I don’t recall any earmarks for kingly jewelry. Shoot, he’s just trying too hard. C’mon Michael, you don’t really have to use the lingo all the time, why not just try some when it’s appropriate…
…loudly announcing at CPAC that they messed up, and pledging to do better now…
…like here, where something pithy might go a long way in taking responsibility for the party’s ruining the nation…
“Tonight, we tell America: we know the past, we know we did wrong. My bad,” said Steele.
Well, at least that’s honest, straightforward. Gotta admit it, that’s a new sound for the Republicans.
As is that whirring under your feet: William F. Buckley turning his coffin into a high-speed auger. That old coot might not appreciate this ‘urban’-ing of his people, might object to it all with some rhetorical dagger like “You, sir, are buggin’.”
Oh well. Times have changed, it’s true, and people have to change along with them. Thank god, though, the party isn’t on-board with this hipster makeover because that means there will be plenty more of this brazen hilarity to come.
But then, y’know, crazy people can be pretty easily convinced of almost anything; perhaps Steele’s new attitude will catch like wildfire in the weedy right fields of conservatism. So be it, I can echo kiss-a-loon Michelle Bachman’s props and say “Michael Steele! You be da man! You be da man!”