Looking Forward to Schadenfreude

While the 2008 primary season is coming to its peak with Super Tuesday today, I find myself oddly detached from the whole affair.  Ever since the GOP repudiated Thompson, I am unable to summon the level of enthusiasm necessary to be engaged in a primary fight between a moderate and an unknown.  I will likely vote for the GOP nominee, whoever he is, simply because I don’t particularly wish to surrender either to Islamists or to domestic socialists.  But I’m not enthused about this election.

Having said that, there is one thing I am actively looking forward to, no matter what the result of 2008: George Bush leaving office.

Not for the reasons you might think.  No, I’m looking forward to the schadenfreude I will enjoy with gusto as the Democrats and liberals find themselves completely at sea with no oars once the hated Bush is out of office.

Whatever will they do once the hated Bushitler is once again a private citizen?

Look at this story on condo developments in Nashville (HT: Instapundit):

The flagellation of Nashville’s urban market for condominiums has become a sport over the past few months.

There are developers, even those with urban projects, who want to declare the market dead, except of course, their development, which happens to be the finest quality and better than all the others.

Of course there is more supply on the market than demand. That happens in real estate cycles.

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All of this is President George Bush’s fault anyway. Five years ago, he pushed for increasing homeownership in America with programs for zero-down payment and loan programs targeting low-income borrowers.

It brought abuse, fed subprime lending and drew people in over their heads. The Democrats in Congress went along with the populist plan. So, it all catches up. The housing market tanks, somehow to everyone’s shock, and ripples through to cause many pain.

As Glenn Reynolds put it so eloquently, “Isn’t everything Bush’s fault?”

What will the liberals do once Bush is gone?  Who will they blame for oversupply of condos in Nashville?  Or holes in their socks?  Or global warming?

Especially if one of the two Dems win the Presidency?  Who to blame then?

I imagine the factions of the Democrat coalition at each others’ throats once the hated Republicans have been taken care of.  It’s already happening.  I have to admit that I will derive some measure of sick delight from seeing the liberal media Death Star turned against its own.

How long before we start to see articles on droughts in Nevada with “It’s all Hillary’s fault anyway” lines?  Or blaming the ongoing practice of female circumcision in Somalia on Obama?

Perhaps with an Obama presidency, we may see American feminists suddenly discover the plight of their Arab sisters who can’t go for a walk in public without a male family member chaperoning them.  Maybe with Hill-Bill in the White House, Hollywood stars by the dozens will realize with shock and horror that Theo van Gogh was murdered for a film he made.  “Why, that could be me!” they might wonder.  Why isn’t Hillary doing something about this problem?  We might have benefit concerts, and movies about Iraq that don’t portray our soldiers as mentally deranged rednecks with a 3rd grade education and pathological homicidal rage.

I know, I know — in my heart of hearts, I know that it is irresponsible to consign the nation (indeed, the world) to sixteen years of darkness where civilization will retreat, individuality eviscerated, and a socialist system finally instituted in the Land of the Free, and Home of the Brave.  I know that.

But we deserve the leaders we get.  And the polls and the signs point to Americans willingly yoking themselves to the Nanny State, and willingly surrendering to pipsqueak malcontents from the House of Allah.  Staring into the abyss, sometimes the only thing you can do is to find humor in the situation.

And for my money, the best source of humor will be to watch liberals flounder around looking for someone else to hate, once their North Star of hatred is back at his ranch.

-TS