“Hillary Clinton will be the next president of the United States, and the Republican Party elected her.”
It’s difficult to find a word infused with more meaning than “holocaust.” But depending on who you are, other words are grenades with self-pulling pins, like “lynching” or “gringo.” Use whatever works for you.
From the earliest time–for me it was late February–since Donald Trump vs Hillary Clinton could reasonably be suspected to end up as Act III of the three-act tragedy of American history, I and many other writers have seen this coming with a sense of dread. It’s like we have read the script through and know how it ends after the scene where little Cole tells Dr. Malcolm Crowe “I see dead people.”
We’re all heading in a forced march toward the same revelation Peggy Noonan had in April, “that moment when 2016 hits you.” There’s even a poll validating Noonan’s feelings. For fun, PPP–not the most reliable pollsters–decided to see how many respondents would prefer global incineration by a giant meteor (affectionately known on Twitter as SMOD, the Sweet Meteor of Death) to either Clinton or Trump. The meteor polled at 13 percent, above Gary Johnson.
President Obama flew with Clinton aboard Air Force One to a campaign event. If there was a clearer signal that there will be no charges forthcoming against Clinton, I can’t think of one.
Trump continues to do whatever Trump wants without even chipping the orange paint troweled around his pursed lips.
I was going to title this piece “Nothing Matters” but then I had the rare epiphany that things do still matter. It’s just that the things that matter to one person don’t matter at all to others. All the bridges connecting principle to reason have been burned.
The word “holocaust” comes to us from the Greek “holokauston,” meaning “whole” and “burn.” It’s an appropriate word.
It’s appropriate because just 71 years ago the seminal event happened in which the wheels of human industry were applied to the stripping of human beings of all value and reducing them to ash in massive death factories. It’s appropriate because the best-known living witness to that Holocaust, Elie Wiesel, just died.
It’s appropriate to use the term “holocaust” to remind us that self-hating moral cowards like Max Blumenthal defend Holocaust deniers and wrap their worm tongues around the eardrums of Hillary Clinton. It’s appropriate to use the term “holocaust” when Trump tweets anti-Semitic blood libels in an internet meme and his defenders tell us to chill. And Sarah Palin tells a sympathetic crowd to hate their neighbors, because “you’re either with us or against us.” (“If you’re not with me, you’re my enemy.”–Only a Sith Lord deals in absolutes, Sarah.)
It’s all burning down before our eyes.
The GOP is evenly split between those who say go with Trump and those who say dump Trump. No matter what the convention decides, the GOP is effectively destroyed. It’s all according to the script–I wrote this on August 8, 2015, right after Erick disinvited Trump from the RedState Gathering (in fact I wrote it from my hotel room in Atlanta).
Trump is a direct result of the GOP’s inability to define itself as a party with a purpose. If the GOP is defined as “everything that isn’t Democrat” then it’s nothing more than the Whigs of 1854. Dead.
GOP, it’s time to grow up and look down into the grave that the Whigs fell into before our party goes the way of the Know-Nothings.
With horror, I am seeing it all happen before my eyes. All the warnings, all the words spent, all the pleading, nothing has stopped this tragedy from unfolding.
Hillary Clinton will be the next president of the United States, and the Republican Party elected her. Then comes the holocaust of politics and the rule of law. As it all burns, I will do everything I can to help those caught in the flames they ignited to get out alive to fight another day.
May we all learn by embracing the holocaust.