It seems like every day, Donald Trump compels someone in the Republican establishment or the conservative industrial complex to reveal their character, who they are, and what they really think. And it’s ugly. Today, Erick Erickson said that Trump voters have “failed at life and blame others for their poor decisions.”
A lot of Trump voters have failed at life and blame others for their own poor decisions. They’re using Trump as a vehicle for revenge.
— Erick Erickson (@EWErickson) April 1, 2016
Mickey Kaus posted a great response to Erickson’s noxious spewing:
If your lifelong employer hires a consultant who makes you train your foreign H-1B replacement–you’re a failure! https://t.co/X3qK8MIMEk
— Mickey Kaus (@kausmickey) April 2, 2016
Erickson’s increasingly unhinged rants are part of a larger pattern of late: RINO elites snarling nastily, like a dog backed into a corner… and in the process, revealing their own ids, something they ridicule Der Trumpster for doing on behalf of millions of dispossessed Americans.
There’s David Brooks.
And Ross Douthat.
And Karl Rove.
More recently, there’s Tablet’s James Kirchick recent report on the “Alt-Right” in NR.
And there’s Kevin Williamson, also writing in NR (aka “RINO HQ”), who penned a piece called (sigh… this is really getting old) “Father-Fuhrer”. Williamson first provides a shout-out to Mencius & Milo, by way of his defining for the unenlightened RINO reader about what The Cathedral means:
… “the Cathedral” being a favorite metaphor of the so-called alt-right for the “distributed conspiracy” (in the words of Curtis Yarvin, a.k.a. Mencius Moldbug…
Milo Yiannopoulos of Breitbart London has done more to put homosexual camp in the service of right-wing authoritarianism than any man has since the fellows at Hugo Boss sewed all those nifty SS uniforms. He refers to Trump — this will not surprise you — as “Daddy,” capital-D….
GOPE-types with their Hitler metaphors is an apparently boundless well of stale tropes.
Trump’s critique of current American economic policy, namely that international trade and immigration are dispossessing the white working class. There is not, in fact, very much evidence for those claims: Immigration does put some downward pressure on wages, but it also puts downward pressure on prices. Native-born low-skilled workers’ money income may have stagnated, but their real income — what they can buy with the money they earn — has continued to improve modestly.
After citing Sam Francis, Pat Buchanan, and others, Williamson concludes with one of the most caustic and snobbish sentiments I’ve read in a long time:
The truth about these dysfunctional, downscale communities is that they deserve to die. Economically, they are negative assets. Morally, they are indefensible. Forget all your cheap theatrical Bruce Springsteen crap. Forget your sanctimony about struggling Rust Belt factory towns and your conspiracy theories about the wily Orientals stealing our jobs. Forget your goddamned gypsum, and, if he has a problem with that, forget Ed Burke, too. The white American underclass is in thrall to a vicious, selfish culture whose main products are misery and used heroin needles. Donald Trump’s speeches make them feel good. So does OxyContin. What they need isn’t analgesics, literal or political. They need real opportunity, which means that they need real change, which means that they need U-Haul.
And Williamson’s cocktail circuit friends wonder why working-class whites are gravitating to Trump.