Years ago, I read a horror thriller by Dean Koontz titled “Midnight.” It’s about the citizens of
the Republican Party Moonlight Cove succumbing to an evil corporate experiment.
Let me spoil the plot for you (or if you wish to read the book at some point, skip down a bit).
The citizens have been injected with nanites, or tiny molecular robots that operate as a neural network, responding to each person’s will and thoughts. They are supposed to make these people perfectly healthy, to make Moonlight Cove Great Again. But the terrible side effect is when people decide to transform themselves into various monsters like werewolves. At first, they only engage in bloodsport at night, and will themselves back to human form during the day.
Then comes the day when they’re too lazy to transform back. Eventually, they all end up as part of a communal blob, an amoeba on steroids with nearly telepathic powers to mind-control creatures (and people) to march into its ever-gaping maw to their deaths.
The GOP has become a giant blob of Trump, summoning the weak-minded to march into its ever-gaping maw to become food for a mindless, soulless monster. The two deserve each other, betrothed in a cursed marriage that will only end upon the death of one or both of them.
I do not wish death on Donald Trump. Even monstrous dictators like Santa Ana and Joseph Stalin died in bed, with all the comforts of family and medical care available to them. May Donald Trump enjoy many more years of his family, and live a healthy, comfortable life. The GOP, on the other hand, is very sick, and will soon either be on life support, or summoning hospice care.
Unlike most illnesses, this one has been thoroughly diagnosed, both in the chronic aspects of not listening to its voter base for decades, and the acute symptoms of accepting Trump as its standard bearer. Now the sickness has progressed to the point where the party would like to be rid of Trump but doing so means its own death.
Like the citizens of Moonlight Cove, the GOP became too lazy to transform itself back into some form of civilized, disciplined, conservative entity. When Trump lumbered onto the scene, he was simultaneously written off as a celebrity kook and condescendingly given red carpet access to party leadership, who wished to capitalize on his media connections and name recognition.
Trump refused any attempt to vet him by the party or his own campaign officials.
Not only did Trump refuse to release his tax returns (even though he demanded the returns of everyone being considered for vice president), but he rejected the demands of his political aides to have his own past examined by the campaign in order to be better prepared for attacks. Both Corey Lewandowski, Trump’s first campaign manager, and Paul Manafort, who replaced Lewandowski in June, asked for such a “forensic evaluation,” which is traditional for any public figure seeking office. Roger Stone, one of Trump’s earliest political allies, agreed with the need for such an internal look when Trump considered running for governor of New York in 2014. At every stage, Trump rejected the entreaties, and his current advisers continue to fly blind when it comes to whatever the next attack might be. “I don’t know what’s out there,” Trump campaign manager Kellyanne Conway told Fox News on Wednesday. “There’s no way for me to know what is and isn’t out there.”
What folly is this?
A man with the record Trump has over the past three decades is bound to have enough skeletons in his closet to stock a medical school. It’s no surprise that confirmation of his scumbaggyness surfaced exactly on schedule in October. Even the most basic vetting would have found them, along with every other thing the Washington Post, New York Times, and the Clinton campaign have dug up (tax returns, charitable giving, sexual admissions).
The only explanation for this is that Trump was just fine with all of this being public and in fact thought it could never hurt him. And the GOP went right along with the con. They are idiots to walk down the aisle waiting for Trump at the altar when he has his bags packed and his mistress picked out to join him on the non-existent honeymoon.
probably stuck with four years of Hillary Clinton, the progressive moralist nanny-in-law with a taste for vengeance served cold (against Christians, pro-lifers, fiscal conservatives, and constitutional originalists). In the meantime, Trump has reduced us (well represented by the editors of National Review) to defending the integrity and validity of U.S. elections.
As a factual matter, this is, of course, bunk. The electoral process, from bottom to top, is managed by citizens and governed by a dense body of election law. Vote-counting is heavily scrutinized by party officials and independent monitors, and irregularities are subject to legal challenge. The voting equipment used is tested prior to Election Day and carefully monitored before, during, and after. None of this is to say that voter fraud does not exist, or that errors don’t occasionally affect vote totals. But to “rig” an election at the national scale would require logistical know-how seen only in Hollywood capers. To think that the same Clinton campaign that had trouble putting away Bernie Sanders has now arranged to steal an election on a continental scale defies logic — to put it mildly.
American elections are run at the molecular scale, making it nearly impossible to rig a national contest. One sad tributary of Trump’s river of conspiracy is that our increasing reliance on electronic voting technology could bring the Feds into what has always been a state responsibility. Trump, by playing the “rigged” card, could very well give statists like Clinton ammunition to pursue their own goals of consolidating power in Washington, D.C., including running elections.
During an earlier interview with the site Nextgov, [Georgia Secretary of State Brian] Kemp warned: “The question remains whether the federal government will subvert the Constitution to achieve the goal of federalizing elections under the guise of security.” Kemp told POLITICO he sees a “clear motivation from this White House” to expand federal control, citing Obama’s health care law, the Dodd-Frank financial-reform legislation and the increased role of the Education Department in local schools.
Nobody at the GOP can make Trump shut up. On faith, he is an open sewer. On abortion, he is a weak pro-lifer whose statements are more damaging to the cause of life than most pro-choice conservatives and libertarians. On foreign policy, Trump makes President Obama look like a hero, and makes George W. Bush look like a villain.
The Republican Party invited this monster into its own midst, and now they have to feed it. When the election is over, it will not go away, having addicted itself to the limelight and the covers of magazines. Trump will insert himself into every news cycle (even after he loses) like a sex addict with a roll of cash in Vegas. He simply can’t stop himself, and the GOP can’t stop him either.
Trump has likely already destroyed the GOP as we know it, by infusing it with alt-right actual bigots, tinfoil-hat conspiracists, and low-information chumps. He has undone fifty years of William F. Buckley’s life’s work. It will take another generation for someone to stand up and expel the new John Birchers from our midst, who are egged on and supported by what will become Trump’s media empire.
The GOP did all this, and totally deserves to reap the consequences of entering into marriage with the adulterous and vile man Donald Trump. Till death do they part.