I get the sense, from reading this, that Daddy George Soros lent the Democratic Party his credit card and instead of buying a semester’s worth of books, two school sweatshirts and a medium sized decaf coffee like they were supposed to, they maxed out the card on the political equivalent of hookers and cocaine (which, of course, could still be hookers and cocaine, but we don’t want to make any unnecessary accusations without at least one signed affidavit).
So now daddy’s taking the credit card away.
“And since I didn’t succeed in 2004, I remained engaged in 2006 and 2008. But I’m basically not a party man. I’d just been forced into that situation by what I considered the excesses of the Bush administration.”
Mr. Soros, a champion of liberal causes, has been directing his money to groups that work on health care and the environment, rather than electoral politics. Asked if the prospect of Republican control of one or both houses of Congress concerned him, he said: “It does, because I think they are pushing the wrong policies, but I’m not in a
position to stop it. I don’t believe in standing in the way of an avalanche.”
Uh-oh. Melted Gordon Gecko has found a better use for money he’d like to waste than paying for the losing campaigns of people who are so inept they can’t even do his simple bidding. He’s going to crawl back into his hole and split his time between destroying American currency, ruining American healthcare and funding creepy United Nations campaigns to recycle third world dictators. Granted, his buddies at SEIU with still throw billions in union dues behind the same losing candidates he’s refusing to finance, a number of media organizations that he founded and funded will continue to operate, and myriad zombie ACORN organizations will continue to bus supporters across state lines to vote in contested races, but the undisputed overlord of the Social Justice League is retiring from service.
Cue a number of angered Dems, cut off from spending cash, complaining that Republicans can still receive checks from shadowy corporations and cadres of evil undead holed up in Transylvania castles. Poor guys. Maybe George should just let them have the beach-house for the weekend – the first weekend of their permanent vacation in January.