Musings —03.06.2016 11:24 AM—
On the one hand, she says what everyone else (including me) has said – Trump is a wild dog the GOP set loose in their own backyard, and now they’re upset that he’s barking (or biting) too often:
“For all the Republican establishment’s self-righteous bleating, Trump is nothing more than an unvarnished, cruder version. For years, it has fanned, stoked and exploited the worst angels among the nativists, racists, Pharisees and angry white men, concurring in anti-immigrant measures, restricting minority voting, whipping up anti-Planned Parenthood hysteria and enabling gun nuts.
Then, on the other hand, she says it’s all kind of a hoot:
“After watching Hillary Clinton, for whom campaigning is a nuisance, and Barack Obama, who disdains politics, it’s fun to see someone having fun. Like Bill Clinton, Trump talks and talks to crowds. They feed his narcissism, and in turn, he creates an intimacy even in an arena that leaves both sides awash in pleasure. It’s easy to believe him when he says that, unlike President Obama, he would enjoy endlessly negotiating with obstructionists and those on the other side of the aisle.
Therein lies the Trumb-rub, to me. Donald Trump is inarguably the bastard son of the arranged marriage of the trailer park Tea Party and the Southern gentry of the formerly-dignified Republican Party. No argument here. Nope.
But he’s the media’s bastard son, too. They – we – made him as surely as the Tea Partiers did. We’re his parents, too.
And, like all parents, we can’t look away from our child, however much he’s turned into an evil little monster.