The 11 Types of Republicans Who Enabled Donald Trump
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Committee members felt that taking on such a selfless act on America’s behalf meant they didn’t have to publicly consider the moral trade-off of working for someone like Trump. Somehow, this rationale persisted even after they no longer worked for him and used their access to make it rain in the private sector. Practice!
Not one of the brave warriors on the Committee to Save America has endorsed the one person who could actually save America from Trump — his 2020 election opponent.
Despite this logical incongruity, it was the self-flattering messiahs who won the argument among DC Republicans. Their demand that the “right people” do everything in their power to protect the country from the president’s horrific realities eventually extended not just to those in the national security apparatus, but to mid-level political offices in all the city.
From their wake emerged their messianic junior partners who worked as aides to Trump and Hill staffers and campaign flacks. They may not have convinced themselves that they were exactly saving the world, but they were justified in knowing that if they didn’t accept a glamorous job in the White House or continue working for a rational senator with white bread, the country would be dealing with someone far worse. Maybe even a white nationalist! Who’s to say? (The fact that a white nationalist could be their replacement didn’t seem to strike many juniors as something that required thought about the nature of their job.)
These Junior messiahs thought they were patriots, sacrificing on behalf of the American people, who deserved dedicated public servants like them. This belief was supported by the fact that they were often right: the staffer who replaced them or the politician who upset their boss in a primary. has been almost certainly more terrible. In Trump’s GOP, entropy was taking root. From the cabinet to the senate to the school board, the learned men of yesteryear were being replaced by ambitious MAGA tricksters who were in turn being replaced by psychotic true believers, giving credence to the vanity they had the habit of comforting each other whenever doubt crept in. in.
The Demonizers were the quickest to drink Trump’s orangeade to drive away liberal tears. For some, it was a dogmatic response to any sign of Democratic hostility to believers or the free market (or both, for those who owned the Milton Friedman shrine at home).
For others it was cultural, a rejection of the liberal pieties that grounded their gears, an unease with how quickly the script around gender and race was changing. For still others, it felt more personal, stemming from a bitterness about the arrogant knowingness of liberals in their lives. They lashed out in anger at the way the left and the media had treated decent Republicans over the years, concluding that while Mitt Romney and John McCain were to be called sexist and racist warmongers, they had no business. no choice but to throw in with the real sexists and racists.
This notion of anger fueling support for Trump echoes what many elite conservatives have publicly admitted. Rich Lowry, the nebula National exam editor (and frequent POLITICO contributor), wrote on the eve of the defeat of Trump’s re-election bid that supporting Trump was a “middle finger” of the cultural left. It struck me as an incredibly stupid, though understandable, mindset coming from a picky, middle-aged, white conservative Manhattanite who resents his culturally more ascendant neighbors. But what caught me off guard was how many of my peers felt the same way. Over a drink in Santa Monica, a friend with whom I had gradually lost touch with her rabid Trump fandom, stopped me in her tracks explaining her rationalizations. Although she was a socially liberal and urban millennial, she had always absorbed a deep well of hatred for “woke” culture.
“I just don’t feel the need to drive my Prius drinking a coolata coffee with a co-existing bumper sticker and ticking the box like I solved climate change,” she said. “For me, going from plastic straws to paper straws doesn’t actually move that needle. The liberal culture of judgment, of doing as I say, not as I do. John Kerry flew in private jets. That’s why I was so drawn to Trump. I was at a breaking point. »
I was really stunned by this. As someone who loves chocolate shakes, I also find the enforced use of paper straws to be a completely dumb downside to modern city life. But connect this to support for Donald Trump? Being upset with Joe Biden about private companies turning to deteriorating straws? This anger didn’t click with me at all.
Whatever the underlying reason, these demonizers have decided that the left, the media, the Lincoln Project, the big tech oligarchs, the social justice warriors, the people who put they they pronouns in their email signatures, parents taking their kids to drag queen story time, Black Lives Matter protesters and woke people who want to do stolen land reconnaissance at the start of meetings are all so evil that it you don’t even have to struggle with the log in your own eye. Trump was a human against the bastards they thought would get them. Once you’ve decided that the other side is the bad guy, everything else falls into place pretty quickly.
Then you had the LOL Nothing Matters Republicans. This framework has grown over the years, especially among my former campaign peers. It’s a comforting philosophy if you’re professionally obligated to defend the indefensible day in and day out. Their arguments no longer needed to have merit or be consistent because, LOL, nothing matters. Right? The founder of the right-wing site Trumpy The Federalist, Ben Domenech is, I believe, the one who invented it. He said the LOLNMR were “inherently fatalistic”, believing that the “most doomsday predictions on the right and the left happen no matter what and the lights will go out in the West”. Now, from my perspective, that’s a rather ostentatious way to describe the standard prep-school nonconformist, man-child-of-privilege cynicism that’s been commemorated in teen cinema for ages. . . but you get the point. The LOLNMRs had decided that if someone like Trump could win, then whatever everyone does in politics makes no sense. So they have become nihilists. Some eventually took jobs for Trump; others went from normal centre-right players to populist MAGAfied warriors in a flash; still others have given themselves a cocoon of protection by working for the Mitch McConnells of the world, staying by Trump’s side so as not to have to question their new vision of the developing world. But all avoided all the tough questions of the day, wrapping themselves in the comfortably smug sense of complacency that accompanies a lack of concern for consequences.
The professional Tribalist Trolls overlap in tactics with the Nothing Matters crowd but are different in that they at least have a philosophy. Anything that is good for them is good. And whatever is bad for another is good. As simple as that. At the start of the social media era, I was drawn to this mindset, and during a time when the stakes seemed to be lower, I was even a member of their ranks. But during the Trump years, I became appalled as it spread like a virus to people’s relatives and friends and well. . . some days he feels like just about everyone? Or at least all of those that are part of online political discourse.
If you want to know if you are a tribalist troll, ask yourself the following question: when something horrible happens in the news, does your mind impulsively hope that someone from the other tribe is responsible? Nobody wants to admit that they are doing this. But social media has laid bare our darkest angels, and we can now see in real time that much of our civic dialogue participants have reduced themselves to the vilest type of tribalist. Veterans of Washington’s very online wars have warped to such a degree that every news story, every action, is not something that requires an actual solution that alleviates the suffering, but is just the last point of data from our eternal online war. Many people believe the bullshit they’re sold about their opponents to such a degree that there’s an adage in internet culture – Poe’s Law, which says that no matter how exaggerated your parody may be of your political opponent, some of your fans will believe it’s real because they’ve been so conditioned to hear the horror from the other side. This insidious Weltanschauung has infected everything from sports bulletin boards to recipe websites to online games, all of which are now consumed by politicized power users who want to turn every corner of our society into a battleground. This has created a reinforcing feedback loop back to politicians and media personalities who are being rewarded for constantly upping their troll game and expanding remit outside the confines of campaign politics. I’ve seen decent people become so warped by this imaginary battle that they began to appreciate Trump’s skill at trolling it even though they were personally repelled by him. Of all the categories of empowerment, this might be the most pernicious and inexpiable.
Naturally, in Washington there are those who do not need complex ideological justifications for their actions because they are purely old-fashioned. efforts. Some, especially politicians, are driven by blind ambition which frankly isn’t that interesting. That politicians want to rise to higher positions to pander to the whims of the mob is not a new or unique phenomenon, nor does it deserve close examination. It is the first subcategory of the oldest profession in the world. But there is a unique class of Strivers in Washington who have been drawn to Trump like moths to an orange flame. This species doesn’t necessarily want to climb the career ladder for the sake of ambition, but instead simply craves the opportunity to be “in the mix”.
Each Striver town has a drug that best suits its residents. In New York, it’s money. . . and coke. In Los Angeles, it’s glory. . . and coke. In Silicon Valley, it’s the chance to be a revered disruptor, a world changer. . . and microdosing. In DC, the drug of choice is a little lower end. All politicians really want is to be in the mix. It is not even the power itself that they seek. It would be less pathetic, frankly. It is the proximity of power. For these Small Mixes, it’s the ability to tell your friends back home that you were “in the room where it happened”. (If it’s possible for a whole body to cringe while typing, that’s what mine did when I wrote “in the room where it happened.”)