I love Donald Trump. Hero. Champion. He has done what no Democrat, no Progressive could ever do. He has smashed the Republican establishment into itsy bitsy little pieces. He has atomized Republican orthodoxy into a smoldering ruin. The beautiful part: they created him. They are Dr. Frankenstein, he their monster.
How they did it has been well documented. Front and center is decades of stoking racial resentment. Thus they created the pathway for the Birther-in-Chief, the guy so proud of making the black man show his papers, unabashed about insulting the scary brown people and walling off a continent to keep them out.
The Republican establishment gutted campaign finance reform. Thus they created a primary where every oligarch could buy their very own candidate, keep him in the race for months, splitting opposition to the Great Orange One 17 ways and allowing him to pick them off one-by-one.
They created a political culture that combined fact-free propaganda with shouting and rage. How shocking that they end up with a shouting, raging Con Man.
Then, when Republican economic policies led to the crash of 2008, they made sure to bail out their 1% buddies while leaving everyone else to flap in the breeze. But real people lost their jobs, lost their homes, lost their retirement savings. Real people were hurt. But don't worry, the Republican Party is on the case! In 2012 they had the solution - an oligarch! Promoting the exact same trickle-down economics they've peddled since 1980! Hey everybody, here comes Mitt Romney with the same stuff that just burned you! Hooray!
Hmm. Turns out people would rather have the Scary Black Man. But the problem couldn't possibly be in exclusively serving the interests of wealth. So in 2016 these geniuses trotted out — the same trickle-down economics again! Hey everybody, here comes Jeb Bush with the same stuff you hated last time! Why isn't everybody clapping?
So here comes Trump, saying it's all bullshit. And they can do nothing, because they've trained their base to believe that facts don't matter, government policy is meaningless, bluster and lies are normal as long as they make you feel good, and everybody is really a racist if only they weren't so politically correct to say so. The Republicans could have spoken out over the decades as this ground was prepared, taken a stand, done something, anything. But they were too busy getting theirs while the getting was good.
Now, not only has Trump stripped the emperors of their clothes, he's exposed them as eunuchs, as powerless craven amoral lackeys. See them desperately clinging to some semblance of respectability, as they continue to endorse Trump's candidacy, refusing to denounce him by name, so fearful of angering his followers. See them cower without any regard for our nation's best interest, with no regard for anyone but themselves and their precious one-percenter overlords. See them scurry for cover like cockroaches when the Trump spotlight goes on.
And now for the religious part of this screed. As the Bible says "For you reap whatever you sow." [Galatians 6:7] (For our fundamentalist Christian friends, this is what's called an "idiom". Though you believe the Bible is "literally true and inerrant", this passage is not a treatise on agriculture. See, the idea here is that one's actions have consequences. Such as, if you vote for an orange con man, you end up with an orange con man.)
They have sown. Now they reap. And Donald Trump is The Reaper, come to call.
My Republican friends, The Reaper is coming for you. But don't fear him. You like it. You know you do. Give in. Go to him. He is calling for you. You know you want to follow. You want to follow that siren song of beautiful racism. That pure white picture of America, where everyone is in their place, and you're on top. Go on, revel in the fiery orgy of destruction as your Party crashes and burns around you, while you fantasize about an America that never was. Hear him: "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
You see, seasons don't fear the reaper. Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain. Come on baby. Don't fear the reaper. Take his hand. You'll be able to fly. Don't fear the reaper. He's your man ...
(Sincerest apologies to Blue Oyster Cult.)
