The National Review, that once considered go-to publication of all things conservative, seemed to have started a wave of Republican Establishment PIMOs (Professors in Mind Only) grabbing whatever publication, podium, or audience that was nearest and commenced on lecturing those contentious snotty sleeve wiping brats outside the beltway what is obvious to every blue blooded babe still in Gucci nappies inside the golden city are born knowing:
We are your betters.
We know how Washington D.C. is to be run.
We already have decided who will be the nominee.
The only reason we suffer you grubby little peasants is to perform your duty and vote for who we tell you to.
Asking why or refusing to do so is against our rules and will not be tolerated.
Once election season is over you are to sit down, shut up, and not complain when we ignore your concerns, the wellbeing of our nation, and any promise we have made to you.
