This column is for the pearl-clutchers at National Review, Beltway Blowhards George Will, Charles Krauthammer, et al, Billy Kristol and his #NeverTrump choristers, "Mittens" Romney and the similarly loathsome leaders of the GOPe, aka Paul Ryan and Mitch McConnell: just who in the world do you think you are?
There were 17--count 'em 17--candidates vying for the GOP presidential nomination. And due to a series of factors, including a lack of preparation, a lack of charisma, a lack of ideological bona fides and/or the monumental lack of humility that attends a politician utterly immune to his infinitesimal chances for success, that field eventually whittled itself down to three candidates: the Monumental Egotist, the Constitutional Snake Oil Salesman and the Ankle Biter.
And while all of this was going on, you all reassured yourselves the unthinkable could never happen, especially when the wisdom you believe you possess was pumped forth on a daily basis, slamming the Monumental Egotist with volley after volley, interspersed with intermittent pontifications of principle, and dire warnings of calamity if the bitter-clinging masses refused to abide your oh-so obvious superior insight.
It didn't happen. The Ankle Biter annoyed people to no end, much like the cocktail party guest everyone avoids like Ebola, lest they be dragged into an endless, pointless conversation. And the supposedly intelligent Constitutional Snake Oil Salesman also went down in flames, done in by a consistently off-putting demeanor, and the chronic need to speak at people rather than to them--in a voice suggestive of terminal sinusitis.
And so the Monumental Egotist prevailed.
Note the nickname, scolds. This is one American--of many--who harbors no illusions about Donald Trump or his prospects. He is the quintessential reality star in a nation that spends far too much time glamorizing an ever-expanding roster of no-talent, low-brow Culture Contaminators, disgorged into the mainstream by another group of self-aggrandizing slugs otherwise known as the "beautiful people" of Hollywood.
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Yet as always, context is everything. And to paraphrase political comedian Evan Sayet, the difference between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump is the difference between pointing a fully loaded gun at your head, and playing Russian roulette.
The nation might survive the latter. It will not survive four to eight years of the Clinton Crime Syndicate, led by a woman so twisted, she could lie to the families of the four Americans killed in Benghazi, without conscience or remorse. That's not political "acumen."
It's a complete absence of humanity.
And it's not just Hill and Bill this nation will have to endure. Their assemblage of lap-dog enablers, including low-lifes like David Brock, Sydney Blumenthal, Cheryl Mills, and Huma Abedin, as well as their media shields like George Stephanopoulos, George Soros, CNN, MSNBC, the New York and Los Angeles Times, the Washington Post, Google, Facebook and Comcast will also be part of the mix. An assemblage determined to put the finishing touches on the fundamental transformation of America into a Third World nation ruled by global elitists with a palpable contempt for national sovereignty and democracy--aided and abetted by the utterly corrupt media narrative required to maintain it.
"If Trump is nominated, Republicans working to purge him and his manner from public life will reap the considerable satisfaction of preserving the identity of their 162-year-old party while working to see that they forgo only four years of the enjoyment of executive power," George Will asserts.
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What identity is that, George? The party's complete betrayal of their base's "stop Obama" mandate in both the 2010 and 2014 mid-term elections? The full funding of his unconstitutional effort to unilaterally impose de facto amnesty on the nation? Their complete rollover on the litany of lies known as the Iran deal? How about their latest cave in on gun control, giving legitimacy to the Democrats' juvenile sit-in that was exactly the government shutdown they claim to despise?
Four years of executive power, George? How about two decades of a Supreme Court stacked with leftists more than happy to eviscerate what's left of our Constitutional rights? Why doesn't that alone scare the "principles" right out of you, George?
I'll tell you why. It's because George and the rest of his pompous team of "principled" pablum-pumpers are elitist frauds. Frauds who, exactly like the political class in Washington, D.C. will never, ever, ever be directly affected by the Clinton Calamity.
PJ Media's Roger L. Simon brilliantly nails who they really are. "We might call Will's class the Moral Narcissist Bourgeoisie (MNB) that resides so comfortably in Washington, irrespective of political party, dining at the best restaurants and enjoying the cultural benefits of the city while their real estate values mount into the stratosphere, only to appear in all their excellence before the great unwashed on the Sunday shows," he writes. "It's a terrific life if you can have it, but because of Trump...it is under threat."
Thus if Clinton wins, the "terrific life" goes on. And while it does, George and his cadre of status-quo quislings will assure a Clinton administration retains the legitimacy provided by their self-proclaimed principled dissent--in all its utterly impotent and irrelevant glory.
Moreover, while these feckless chatterers continue their chattering, America will move inexorably--and quite possibly irretrievably--towards the de facto fascism championed by an American left that labels differences of opinion "hate speech," religious freedom "bigotry," and people who treasure their Second Amendment rights "gun nuts," while calling for the elimination of the Constitution itself. And all of it will be supported by a Clinton administration so thoroughly corrupt, it may make the current one look benign by comparison.
But President Donald Trump will be worse than that? Snap out of it, you sanctimonious snobs.
This column is for the pearl-clutchers at National Review, Beltway Blowhards George Will, Charles Krauthammer, et al, Billy Kristol and his #NeverTrump choristers, "Mittens" Romney and the similarly loathsome leaders of the GOPe, aka Paul Ryan and Mitch McConnell: just who in the world do you think you are?
There were 17--count 'em 17--candidates vying for the GOP presidential nomination. And due to a series of factors, including a lack of preparation, a lack of charisma, a lack of ideological bona fides and/or the monumental lack of humility that attends a politician utterly immune to his infinitesimal chances for success, that field eventually whittled itself down to three candidates: the Monumental Egotist, the Constitutional Snake Oil Salesman and the Ankle Biter.
