Friday, May 24, 2019

The Three-Tiered Shit Cake

The moral cesspool that is the Republican Party is quite an interesting phenomenon and goes deeper than simply falling in line with the Orange Turd. Sure, he’s a big part of the political and spiritual decay that is at the core of GOP rot, but Chumpy the Clown is merely one aspect of the shitshow.

On one level you have those who are of the same ilk as he: racist ignoramuses who find no fault in his approach, erroneously still believe he’s some sort of business whiz and who would govern in the same manner as Don the Con if they were able to. You know, the ones who chant "Jew York Times" at the press at the rallies. Yeah, them.

Then there’s the ones who don’t necessarily agree with him al the way but, out of fear or convenience or both, side with him. But this is an interesting batch, because none of them are afraid of him, since Chump is the kind of braggart and loudmouth who can be taken down as soon you show him intimidation won’t work. What they’re afraid of are the loyal Chumpbots who, at the ballot box, can derail a GOP politician’s career in a heartbeat for even the smallest perceived slight against their beloved Mango Mussolini. And so they kowtow or make of him a useful idiot. Literally.

Finally, there’s the rebellious ones; the “Never Trumpers”. Yes, they have frequently and openly criticized him with much fire and eloquence. But what they don’t like about him is the racism, the cruelty of children in cages, the genuflection towards Putin and admiration towards other foreign dictators, as well as the coarse, disgusting language. And, truthfully, that’s enough for any decent person. But this bunch doesn’t have a problem with the bullshit tax cut or other staples of the GOP’s atrocious “less government” dogma he’s put in play; they just don’t like him.

Remember that the next time you see Max Boot, Ana Navarro, Joe Scarborough, Steve Schmidt or Nicole Wallace railing against this administration.

Worst. Monday. Morning. Quarterbacking. Ever.

I’m talking about as little as possible about what’s on the horizon because I get into an uncontrollable rage when I discuss it or even thin...