I swear, the headline just never gets old, does it?
I got chills over here.
Last week was especially glorious not just because we rejected the latest GOPe amnesty scheme, not just because we defunded the left’s union cash extortion machine with the Janus decision, and not just because Justice Kennedy is leaving to be the swing vote on his retirement community HOA. It was especially glorious because these enormous victories – these latest enormous victories – were the direct result of normal Americans giving the gimps, grifters, and geebos of Never Trump the George Costanza treatment by doing precisely the opposite of our alleged betters’ political instincts.
Everything they told us was wrong. If we had done what they demanded, we would not be revelling in the joy of conserva-victory. We would be resigned to yet another defeat.
Oh, that ain’t no coincidence. It was their whole program, which was working quite nicely until fed-up Real Americans went off the reservation and put Trump The Disrupter in the White House. But naturally Kurt knows this as well as anybody else:
A principled loser is just another kind of loser – an especially annoying kind because he never seems to shut his Zima-hole about his precious principles.
And the remaining rump of Never Trumpers is here to lose. That’s their goal. Team Muh Principles always intended to lose. Oh, they try to play off their objections to the president as purely one of style. It’s because Donald Trump is so…so…so…oh well I never. But their displeasure with Trump’s aesthetic deficiencies is not the sole, nor even the most significant, reason for their fury at the orange-y interloper. They are really mad because, under Trump, these dorks can’t get the White House to return their calls.
They’ve been stripped of their silly status, but that silly status – “Oh, I am an assistant fellow at the Institute to For Conservative Studies and Mailing List Compilation” – was all they had. In the DC milieu they want to return to, they were never kings, or even princes (though they sure dig the hereditary titles vibe), but just minor royalty jealously guarding their little, tiny fiefdoms. Sure, the liberal establishment ran things, but the Professional Cons had their own petty gigs pretending to resist, pretending to care, all the while treading water in a sea of mediocrity and ineffectuality.
And then Schlichter gets REALLY rough with ’em. Singled out for specific humiliation is hapless fuzznuts George Will, who was also laid into good and proper today by Limbaugh:
You know who’s really, reeeally taking it on the chin about now? And that is the conservative Never Trumper crowd.
I could easily roll out a bukakke joke here. But I won’t. No need to thank me. Onwards.
You know, I haven’t talked about this on purpose, by design, but I’m just gonna mention it here in reference. George Will, before the retirement announcement of Anthony Kennedy, was so frustrated that he wrote a piece suggesting the only hope for America is if all Republicans vote Democrat to get rid of Trump and everything related to Trump.
Now, stop and think about that for a minute. That’s almost as off the wall as people on the left are off the wall. That’s in the midst of policies that all of these intellectual conservatives have ostensibly been fighting for their whole lives. Trump is implementing much of what they have claimed to believe in. But maybe they didn’t believe it that much, because as it’s being implemented, they can’t bring themselves to support it because of the guy who is president while it’s happening.
Actually, I think it’s less because of that than because it’s being implemented at all. They never intended it to be; the idea was to get elected and re-elected on promises to do fierce battle with the Democrat Socialist “opposition,” then get back to business as usual the minute they disembarked at Dulles. These fighty-fight-fighters were content to wave their arms around menacingly without ever landing a single punch. It was a pretty good grift as long as nobody paid much attention to it. But the very second Normals elected someone who would show actual fight, they all folded up like a cheap accordion and went into a confused frenzy of sniffy condescension, predictions of disaster, and…well, whatever the hell else it is they think they’re doing now.
Think of it: media blowhards like Will and status-quo GOPe politicians have both been shown up as con artists. They’ve been rejected by a constituency angry at their confirmed duplicity in favor of an outsider they have no way of controlling. The huffy scribblings of “opinion leaders” like Will go unread, except now and then by guys like me sifting through their outraged puffing and blowing for blog-fodder for making sport of them; the professional politicians have been cast into the darkness of impotence and irrelevance as Trump blows right by them on his way to yet another triumph.
You’d think the embarrassment of Egg McMuffin’s died-a-borning campaign for president would be enough self-degradation for these guys. But no, here’s George Will, sitting in the smoking ashes of his pitiful ruin, demanding that we reject all the happy progress made and turn back the clock by returning control of Congress to the fucking commies. To “save” conservatism. Or something.
NeverTrumpTards’ discombobulated anguish is remarkably similar to the Left’s, lacking only the shitlib penchant for violence and unhinged sobbing to make them perfectly congruent. That’s no coincidence either. The distinction is not of kind but of degree; as always, the Fake Right’s “opposition” is weak tea indeed—ineffectual, impotent, not much good for anything.
Vote Democrat Socialist, just when they’re in full-on panic and disarray? Well, thanks and all, Georgie-poo, but…no. Hell no. We much prefer to keep the American Restoration ball a-rolling along. Dismaying as it may be to you DC swamp critters and Sunday-morning-show tame “conservatives,” we ain’t no way no how tired of all the winning yet; it makes for such a refreshing contrast with the bushwa you chumps have been handing us all these years. We want as much more of it as we can get.