Today in the mail I received yet another mailing from the Republican National Committee, expressing their concern that they haven’t received any financial support from me for quite a while. Coincidentally, on the very same day I received this mailing, the alternate media is ablaze with this news breaking across the political landscape (Hat tip: Hot Air):

Republican National Chairman Michael Steele is spending twice as much as his recent predecessors on private planes and paying more for limousines, catering and flowers – expenses that are infuriating the party’s major donors who say Republicans need every penny they can get for the fight to win back Congress.

Most recently, donors grumbled when Steele hired renowned chef Wolfgang Puck’s local crew to cater the RNC’s Christmas party inside the trendy Newseum on Pennsylvania Avenue, and then moved its annual winter meeting from Washington to Hawaii.

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“Michael Steele is an imperial chairman,” said one longtime Republican fundraiser. “He flies in private aircraft. He drives in private cars. He has private consultants that are paid ridiculous retainers. He fancies himself a presidential candidate and wants all of the trappings and gets them by using other people’s money.”

Louis M. Pope, who chairs the RNC’s Budget Committee, defends Steele’s expenses, arguing that a bump in costs is unavoidable for a party that lacks control of any of the levers of government. “Michael Steele does travel more, but he’s in far more demand. He’s a huge part of the fundraising apparatus,” said Pope. “Nobody is living it up at the RNC. There are a number of upscale events, but those are all profitable.”

I can’t tell you how much this sickens me to no end, but I’m hardly surprised. The whole idea of political parties cozying up to contributors and the special interests is so 20th century. The polls show Americans are sick and tired of business as usual in Washington, and Glenn Beck was absolutely right when he said there’s not a dime’s bit of difference between the parties in the toxic cesspool that is now Washington.

Question to Michael Steele: if the RNC and its own chairman doesn’t show restraint and austerity, why should anyone think the party they represent would be any better than the party currently in power? I mean, how stupid can you be? All this kind of thing does is enrage the very people you should be crafting an alternative message to. The fact you can’t see that makes you as politically tone-deaf as Barack Obama, Nancy Pelosi, and Harry Reid, and incapable of presenting yourself and our party as a viable, desirable alternative.

So that’s it. Today, I sent the following e-mail (Subject: Please remove me from your mailing list) to the RNC; in the words of my good friend and fellow Goodboy Ben “The Funny Guy” Andrusaitis, I’m “going mustang”, politically:

Dear Sirs;
Please stop sending me further mailings and requests for money. The report out of today’s Politico blog is sufficient evidence to me that, by pissing away the contributions of loyal and hard-working registered Republicans while millions of people are out of work and/or struggling to make ends meet in this troubled economy, the RNC is no better than the Democrats in power. It seems the only thing you and your fellow fat cats in Washington know how to do is shamelessly and recklessly spend other people’s money as if it were your own. It makes me sick and disgusted to call myself a Republican.

I am hereby requesting my name be removed from every and all mailing and call list you might have. Don’t bother to send me another mailing, it will just end up in some lonely Nevada landfill (next to Harry Reid’s political future). I assure you, you’ll never get another dollar or dime from me ever again.

It would appear the RNC will have to learn the same hard lesson the Democrats will most assuredly learn come this November: that people out here on “Main Street” are tired of all you bow-tied, bum-kissing Beltway bureaucrats putting your needs ahead of the country’s. You, and those like you, need not to just be retired, but obliterated from the political landscape.

Like that great Rolling Stones song from 1966, you’re out of time. And I’m out of patience with the likes of you.
Sincerely,
Doug Richard

The revolution is coming, and it’s time for the powers that be in Washington, Republican and Democrat, to be swept away like grains of sand in a strong breeze. And I am making a personal commitment in terms of time and talent that I will do all in my power to ensure that happens to the GOP, from within.

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For a great remake of that great Stones’ song, check out this great version from none other than the Ramones. Fantastic.

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