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An Open Letter to Republicans

Dear Republicans,

Yes, you lost the election. Yes, your message didn't resonate with women, African Americans, Latinos, and Asians. And yes, the stupid members of your party really helped those on the fence decide to vote against you. Mitt Romney is running around saying that the Democrats basically bought specific voting blocks with 'gifts' like affordable health care and student loan forgiveness. For a party that prides itself on taking personal responsibility, you're playing the blame game like a champ.

Did it ever occur to you that your willingness to let the auto industry tank would come back to haunt you? Did you think that endorsing (for all intent and purposes) a member of your party who told women that they couldn't get pregnant from 'legitimate' rape would be okay? Honestly, how did you expect people to vote for you when you wrote off 47 percent of Americans as freeloaders who're looking for a handout?

You know, this isn't a time in history when you can get away with blatant lies. Google will tell the truth when you won't. And as quiet as it's kept, repeating a lie doesn't make it true -- no matter how much money you spend to spread it around.

Here's what you need to know. The majority of us just want a fair shake in this country. What I'd really like to do is be able to pay all my bills with one job. That's not the case right now because it's hard to find one job that pays enough. And guess what?

America is changing. The percentage of the Caucasian electorate is shrinking. In some states -- California being one of them -- there's a majority of minority citizens. The days of appealing to only rich Whites is over. If you want to win anything other than a chicken dinner, you're going to have to understand this new America and govern yourselves accordingly.

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