Most vendettas end when one party is dead, but that’s because most people with a gripe are a hell of a lot more rational than Donald Trump. Two issues have come to light this week, as Trump just won’t shut up about the late senator, gone now for seven months. The first issue is that Trump can’t let the man rest in peace, and two, the GOP is a bunch of spineless invertebrates who won’t chastise Trump for his unspeakable poor taste, because they don’t want to incur his wrath. Rick Wilson, in his latest Daily Beast column, lets the GOP have it.
Senators, even those of you who sincerely believe Trumpism is the only path forward for the GOP, a few simple questions remain:
Have you no honor? No loyalty? No dignity?
Even in this new regime where we always live in Year Zero, does nothing that came before Trump matter?
Are there no heroes, victories, or role models where you’ll draw a bright line against Trump? Is there not one echo of the past you still find worthwhile or deserving of respect and honor as you talk about making America great again??
Silence or soft words amount to a defense of a president who cheated the draft to avoid service in Vietnam as he belittles and dishonors a man, no longer alive to respond for himself, who volunteered for both service and combat, flew from the heaving decks of aircraft carriers to bomb enemy targets and was shot down, captured, and tortured beyond imagination.
All because you’re afraid of a mean tweet, senators?
Is that all you are? Is that all you have left? Fear, silence, and humiliation? If that’s your thing, get a dominatrix, but don’t pretend you’re any kind of leader.
That lays it on the line. Here are a few words on the topic from John Cassidy at the New Yorker.
It should never, ever be forgotten what a resentful, self-absorbed, petty, and insecure husk of a man is occupying the Oval Office, and it never, ever will be forgotten. As he demonstrated again on Wednesday, [in Ohio] Donald Trump won’t allow it. […]
As Trump’s diatribe continued, the members of the crowd, who had been chanting “U.S.A.! U.S.A.!” when he took the stage, mostly fell silent. He didn’t take the hint. Instead, he brought up yet another beef with McCain that has been festering somewhere in his fragile psyche, one that he hadn’t mentioned in public before. “I gave him the kind of funeral he wanted, which as President I had to approve,” he said. “I don’t care about this—I didn’t get ‘Thank you,’ ” he said, referring to the elaborate memorial service last summer, to which he wasn’t invited. “That’s O.K. We sent him on the way, but I wasn’t a fan of John McCain. . . . Not my kind of guy, but some people like him and I think that’s great.”
Trump “didn’t get a thank you.” Well, that settles it. Now, we need to assemble a new rock band, and we’ll call it, “The Un-Grateful Dead.” Boy, would I like to believe that McCain is able to somehow surveille the scene back here and laugh his butt (or wings off — whatever he’s got there) over this. This is not even remotely normal, what Trump did this week.
Donald Trump is missing a few parts that are standard issue in the homo sapiens package, chiefly, dignity, compassion, and humanity. He is a badly broken toy. I have not seen his like before, in politics, certainly, and I can only hope that I’ll never see it again — not inhabiting the Oval Office, in any event.