Another Steyn rerun that bears repeating, re-posting, and re-reading. From the intro:
Three weeks after Donald Trump launched his campaign – on July 10th 2015 – I wrote the column below on the two old white males shaking up their respective nominating contests. Four years on, Bernie is running again in an entirely Berniefied party: His rivals are all presenting themselves as merely younger, comelier, blacker, gayer versions of the original, or in the case of the pitiful Joe Biden, unloading every morning positions he’s held for half-a-century, an even more geriatric Bernie. On the right there are NeverTrumpers but on the left no NeverBernies.
Is it necessary to say anything about those NeverTrumpers? The guys who told us it was a stunt, he’d be out by Labor Day, he wouldn’t win a single primary… Some very smart people were just incredibly stupid. My old National Review colleague Kevin Williamson:
Witless Ape Rides Escalator
Soooo, how’d all that work out for ya, Kev? Here’s how: shortly after the gratuitous, nasty bit of snobbery above, dear old ULTRASUPERTRUECONSERVATIVE!!! Kevin tried his hand at another act of typical Conservative Inc rumpswabbery: peddling his wares in the rarified climes of The Atlantic—from whence he was sent back, howling and tail tucked, to his comfy NRO sinecure with a quickness. He’s still licking his wounds and hacking away at Trump from there.
Kevin and a lot of others – including many of the right’s most illustrious names – didn’t grasp how disconnected Conservatism, Inc had become from its base. Donor-servicing masquerading as doctrinal purity had fewer and fewer takers, even before you offer it in the ludicrous form of a third Bush presidency in twenty-five years. Actual voters wanted something else, and no house-trained Republican was willing to give it to them. So cometh the hour, cometh the witless ape. Four years on, the Democrats have a base, Trump has a base, but, as Bill Kristol and The Weekly Standard learned the hard way, it’s not clear pre-Trump Republicanism has any base at all.
True, unlike Bernie re the Dems, the President does not preside over a wholly Trumpified Republican Party. The Ryan-McConnell Congress spent the new commander-in-chief’s first two years acting as if the program that got him elected was so self-evidently crazy they didn’t need to go anywhere near it. They’re still figuring Trump is an aberration, and that once he’s gone normal business will resume and they can go back to nominating milquetoast candidates who know how to give a great concession speech.
The closer of Steyn’s rerun piece:
The Donald is not really a conservative, nor much of a Republican. He’s given more or less evenhandedly to both parties over the decades, because, at Trump’s level, that’s just the price of doing business in a sclerotic and corrupt republic. The Clintons attended one of his weddings, because, for New York operators, that’s like the King of Spain attending the Prince of Wales’ wedding: it’s just A-list power-schmoozing. Whether the Chinese Politburo would respond positively to a President Trump whose opening conversational gambit is “Now listen, you muthaf**kers” is doubtful.
Yet Trump, like other philosophically erratic politicians from Denmark to Greece, has tapped into a very basic strain of cultural conservatism: the question of how far First World peoples are willing to go in order to extinguish their futures on the altar of “diversity”.
As Ann Coulter’s new book Adios, America! lays out in remorseless detail, Kate Steinle is dead because the entire Democratic Party, two-thirds of the Republican Party and 100 per cent of the diseased federal-state-municipal bureaucracy prioritizes myths over reality. Yes, it’s distressing to persons of taste and discrimination that the only person willing to address that reality is Donald Trump. But that’s because he’s not the reality-show freak here. The fake-o lame-o reality freakshow is the political pseudo-campaign being waged within the restraints demanded by the media and Macy’s. So, if Donald Trump is the only guy willing to bust beyond those bounds, we owe him a debt of gratitude. If, as Karl Rove proposes, other candidates are able to talk about the subject in a more “inclusive” way, so be it. But, if “inclusive” is code for not addressing it at all, nuts to that.
Step back and let’s be bipartisan about what Rove calls the “disruptiveness” factor: Be honest, which would you prefer and which is a bleaker comment on the political health of the republic – Bernie vs the Donald? Or Hillary vs Jeb?
Unfortunately, Steyn is wrong for once when he names Trump’s Big Bee-yooty-ful Wall proposal as his most consequential act as President. As we’ve seen, he’s been thwarted at every turn on that one, and will continue to be. A seriously effective border wall will never be in play as long as the Vichy GOPe remains on the field.
It’s disappointing, sure. But politically at least, Trump isn’t entirely wrong to adjust his rhetoric to a more modest position, declare victory anyway, and move on, pecking away at the Wall as and when he can without doing damage to himself. His only other option is to go to outright, full-tilt war with Mordor On The Potomac entire—something I’d actually love to see, but unlikely in the extreme due to Trump’s old-fashioned patriotism and his stubborn if erroneous belief that the American ship of state can be righted and put back on its proper course. Total, scorched-earth war against the hopelessly corrupt establishment would be simply too alien, way out of character for him, and it’s unrealistic to expect it.
No, Schlichter knows what Trump’s real achievement is, and it’s something that almost nobody but me (ahem) saw coming:
The greatest thing about Donald Trump is how his election has caused our enemies to reveal exactly what kind of seedy, corrupt weasels they truly are.
Yep. The most important thing Trump has done—UNEXPECTED!™—is to clarify the battle lines, expose the frauds (or drive them to expose themselves), lift the lid on the boiling cauldron of Deep State worms, and reduce the Democrat-Socialists and their freakshow-base to uncontrollable paroxysms of daylight barking madness.
In short: he has lifted Real Americans from their accustomed defensive crouch and demonstrated what the offensive might accomplish. In graphic terms, Trump is what I’ve always said he is; this, right here.
From Real Americans to you—all of you—from deep in our trousers, with feeling: Swamp rats; shitlibs; butt-sucking, fake-“conservative” NeverTrumpTards one and all; Enemedia propaganda hacks; jet-setting Climate Change (formerly Global Warming, formerly Global Cooling, formerly “the weather”) alarmists; witless, hectoring Hollywood twits and entertainment-industry celebutards; scurrilous race-pimping grifters; imported Muslim grievance-mongers like Omar and Talib; man-hating, home-wrecking Feminazis; LGBTQWERTY fruits, flakes, and nuts who get in our faces to demand not tolerance but applause; and the whole goddamnable flea-circus of rent-seeking, crony-corporatist assholes, from soup to bugfuck nuts.
Yes, we really, really mean it. To paraphrase a maudlin, sobbing Sally Field’s Oscar-night ejaculation: We don’t like you. We really don’t like you.
More rich, buttery goodness from the Schlichter piece coming, which I’ll jailbreak into a separate post because reasons.