Oh come now, Professor Hanson, you’re smarter than this. If nothing else, you’ve been around long enough to know better.
The left-wing professional and political classes bequeathed a number of new protocols during the Trump derangement years. And it will be interesting to watch whether the Republicans abide by them in November should they take back the House and perhaps the Senate—and the presidency in 2024 as well.
Will they follow the New Testament’s turn-the-other-cheek forbearance, or go for Old Testament style eye-for-an-eye retribution?
Well gee, I dunno—have they ever? Even one blasted time? Have we any evidence at all to support believing in them now? A long list of similarly foolish questions follows, all of them equally easy to answer: No, they most certainly will not. They’re no more likely to upset any apple carts than the Washington Generals are, and for similar reasons: they don’t mind losing, having grown entirely comfortable with getting their asses kicked up between their shoulder blades in front of God and everybody by now. For the Vichy GOPe, the agony of defeat has definitely lost its sting. Long as they’re getting paid, well hey, it’s all good. Hell, losing is their job, when you get right down to it. It’s how they put bread on the family table, and what the hell is so wrong about that?
Vichy GOPers know their role well by now, and intend to stick to it. Having waved many a dire, scolding finger at the Demonrats myself in this space back when I was but an uncut stripling, cautioning them that this time—this time for SURE!—Repugnican phonies might very well decide to turn their own rules back on ’em at long last, only to look on in disgust as the Right Uniparty wing slinked docilely back en masse to their accustomed nosebleed-section seats with no action taken beyond the usual Big Fat Nothing, I almost have to believe that VDH is being sarcastic here, laughing slyly up his sleeve at how he’s taken the piss out of everybody. It’s either that, or he’s the world’s oldest naif, a 75-years-young Polly Pureheart still unstained by her many years of worldly experience and observation.
I mean, what the hell else could it be? We all already know the man ain’t no dummy, so that’s right out. Could be he was stymied by writer’s block (any of us writely sorts who claims he’s never had to ‘rassle that particular demon is just a damned liar, that’s all), was bumping up against a hard deadline, and simply punched this one out in his sleep. Whatever the case may be, bitterly clinging to questions as patently inane as these is can only make one look gullible, deceitful, careless, or just downright ign’ernt at the end of the day. Once again, I feel compelled to run this: