Dowd on Trumpism, and monsters
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:
Then, on the other hand, she says it’s all kind of a hoot:
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.