Remember last night when I said I was by no means confident that grubby, untrustworthy excretions like Mitt Romney might not turn their coats to vote for impeachment?
Yeah, about that.
Why is it that oh-so principled Mitt Romney ONLY attacks Donald Trump?
Why does oh-so courageous Mitt Romney single out Trump and only Trump with his Mighty Morality?
Seriously, answer me that: Why ONLY Trump?
A quick perusal of Romney’s verified Twitter account reveals that Moral Mitt’s oh-so principled courage is saved for one man … the man who turned him down for Secretary of State, the man who won the job Mitt lost, the man who captured the Republican Party by discarding all of Mitt’s terrible ideas: forever wars, discriminating against gays, being the world’s policeman, open borders, lousy trade deals, and driving around with the family dog on the roof of your car.
I fail to see the courage or morality within a man who only ever attacks Trump, and does so to the eternal glee of the establishment media, the Deep State, left-wing Democrats, and pious Never Trumpers.
True character requires moral courage, the willingness to take flaming arrows from your own, to risk the “good opinion” of those who already hold a “good opinion” of you.
Has no one other than Trump offended this oh-so decent man’s sense of decency?
He ran for Senate in the first place pretty much entirely in hopes of getting some sort of vengeance on Trump—at the very least to thwart, hinder, and oppose him. Romney a contemptible, grubby hack who shares much more in common with Obama than with any Real American—and that’s pretty much all he is. It’s like this:
As I write this, my respect for Sen. Lindsey Graham (R-SC) has increased. You want to know why? Because he’s a staunch Trump ally who is right now criticizing Trump over his decision to exit Syria.
On this matter, I agree with Trump and disagree with Graham, but Graham is showing character in his public break with Trump.
You see how this works?
Romney has no character. None. If he did, he would lash out at someone other than the man who turned him down for Secretary of State, he would aim his Mighty Morality at a target that might result in an ugly CNN news-cycle or a mean tweet from fangirl Jennifer Rubin.
But Moral Mitt will never do that because he is not a decent man. Rather, he is a small, cowardly, bitter, envious member of a small, cowardly, bitter, and envious tribe. And it was this smallness and cowardice that cost him the presidency in 2012. Imagine the difference it would have made if Romney had been half as willing to go after Obama as he does Trump. But going after Obama requires actual courage.
Mitt Romney is a quisling hiding behind a phony shield of virtue, and if the rest of the Republican Party ever decide to follow his lead again, the Party will be doomed for a generation.
It would deserve to be, too. While we’re on the subject of lily-livered, yellow-bellied Fake Conservatives, enjoy Schlichter’s bloody evisceration of poor old King Cuck himself.
I have a confession to make: I hate the pseudo-conservative scribblings of David French with the same kind of smoldering loathing I reserve for foot fungus, movies about spunky young women who triumph over the patriarchy, and the music of Maroon 5. With rare exceptions explicable due only to the vagaries of chance, I hate his prose, his premises, his conclusions and his insufferable fussiness. I contend that his writings are fit only to be served up to traitors and terrorists at Gitmo to wring out confessions, and the only thing I enjoy about his terrible, terrible views is that they validate my longstanding negative impression of Army JAGs. But it has never occurred to me that David French should be barred from writing whatever the hell he pleases.
The whole idea that, simply because his opinions make me long for the joyous peace of death, he should be in any way prevented from sharing them with those people who inexplicably wish to endure them, and those unfortunate enough to stumble upon them unawares, is utterly foreign to me and to all actual conservatives. Censorship, to us, is both alien and appalling, like an Oberlin College feminist hot oil twerk-off.
Heh. Don’t hold back, Kurt, tell us how you really feel about the guy.