There’s a great quote from the poker movie “Rounders”: “If you can’t spot the sucker in the first half hour at the table, then you are the sucker.” Time and time again, Sen. Jeff Flake has allowed the left to use him as a tool to advance their agenda.
Flake’s desire to be accepted and loved by the left all too often ends with him knifing conservatives in the back. Repeated attempts to be liked by his enemies has now morphed into Flake working against the small-government ideals he once claimed to champion.
Flake didn’t delay Brett Kavanaugh’s Supreme Court confirmation vote out of some sense of higher moral duty. Giving the FBI another week to take the same sworn statements we already have on record isn’t going to move anyone a single step closer to determining if Kavanaugh assaulted Christine Blasey Ford. For all his weakness, Flake knows this. For all his flaws, Flake is not an idiot. Well, not entirely.
I say “not entirely” because he seems to miss an essential awareness of reality. Flake is constantly being played for a fool by the left because he relates to the leftist’s desire to live in a world of make-believe. He thinks there can be some “return to civility” in Washington. If he can just shine enough Democrat shoes, pick up their dry-cleaning, or maroon himself on an island with enough of them, then all will be nice and civil.
His efforts at “civility” all too often end with him siding with the enemy.
Um, hate to bring it up and all, but it seems to me that Flake might not be the one missing “an essential awareness of reality.” Flake, like McStain before him, keeps doing the same thing over and over again: betraying the Right and assisting the Left in advancing their agenda, sometimes quite openly. Milquetoast Righties, for their part, always seem shocked to find each new knife between their shoulder blades. Stipulated: there’s a sucker here, all right. I humbly submit that it ain’t Flake.
Update! Schlichter, to my surprise, seems not to see it either.
That simpering sap Jeff Flake – he’s the kind of guy who voted for Evan McMullin and still doesn’t regret it. It’s sad to see what was once allegedly a man be utterly emasculated in public and then proceed to dance to please his new masters. He ought to be, and henceforth shall be, known as Jeff! since he’s essentially Jeb! without the pedigree or – here’s the scary part – the spine.
Flake has spine aplenty; he’s got brass and gall, too. He’s as anti-Trump as they come, he’s enjoyed playing us all for saps with his is he for/is he against Kavanaugh kabuki this last week, and in the end, he gets to cock his snook at all of us, Trump especially, by giving the Democrat Socialists time and cover enough to gin up another smear or two and delay the vote, if any, until after the midterms. Which is exactly what his partners across the aisle wanted.
Flake, spineless? He’s got balls the size of church bells, if you ask me. Schlichter does come around in the end soon enough, sort of:
Flake does not care about you Normals, especially you Normals from the Grand Canyon state who are now regretting your decision to send McCain Superlite to the Senate. At least John McCain, for all his faults, flew fighters and took no guff; Jeff! takes a little guff from some shrieking leftist in an elevator and he’s suddenly primed for his Democrat buddies to talk him into helping carry some of the wood for the Brett Kavanaugh witch burning.
The “Democrat buddies” part is key. See, they are his real constituency. Like all Fredocons, he chose trying to please his elite pals over keeping his promise to serve Normals like you. But, of course, he’s been doing that for a while, ever since he was so greatly disappointed in you for choosing Donald Trump and not Moby McMuffin or even Felonia Milhous von Pantsuit. So, it was no surprise that the Dems ID’d him as the weak link, swarmed, and rolled him. In a town like DC that is known for changing the soft and feckless, Jeff! was especially mushy and feck-free.
Rolled him? He was in cahoots with them from the git-go, along with some other usual-suspect types whose perfidy should come as no surprise:
The plot to further stall the Kavanaugh nomination was hatched Thursday night in Senator Susan Collins’ (R-ME) office. Also allegedly in attendance were Senators Lisa Murkowski (R-AK) and Joe Manchin (D-WV). The four put their heads together and realized that as only Flake serves on the Judiciary Committee, they couldn’t pull off their devious plot without the assistance of another Senator serving on the committee.
They somehow landed on Senator Chris Coons (D-DE), and as noted above, Flake has been putting him to good use as a political prop and general useful idiot.
I repeat: there’s a sucker here all right—suckers aplenty, and they’re sure enough getting rolled. Flake ain’t among ’em. He’s as brazen and ballsy a Blue Falcon as ever breathed swamp water. Back to Schlichter for a heartening denouement:
Fortunately, he’s gone. He quit knowing the people of Arizona would vote for a rotting cactus rather than him in the GOP primary. Of course, to Jeff!, what happened is that the people of Arizona grew unworthy of him. They no longer meet his exacting standards. Jeff! is too good for them, to pure, too elite, so he sadly must to deprive them of his virtue.
It’s happening a lot. The sissies, punks, and RINOs are going away. The hacks of Conservative, Inc., are right about one thing – it’s a new GOP. It’s a GOP that fights. Oh, not all of them. You still have weak sisters like Collins and Murkowski. Collins is safe because she’s about as conservative as Maine is going to get, and Murkowski is getting primaried if she backstabs us. But Normals have put righteous fear into the rest of them.
The conservagimps want to claim that the Republicans are now the Party of Trump, but that’s a self-serving narrative designed to obscure the fact that they brought their downfall upon themselves through their legacy of failure in the fight against progressivism. Donald Trump is the avatar of the Militant Normals. None of the establishment was fighting for their rights and their interests, so they found someone who would and would not apologize for doing so.
Damned skippy, bless his stout heart.