Trump: No longer fun, now just terrifying
By Mark Morford on March 4, 2016
That headline isn’t exactly true. There’s still a fair amount of delight to be had watching the Republican Party disintegrate in the acid bath of its own devising. There’s still oceans of schadenfreude to be enjoyed as the Party of Fear ruptures like a boil, its panicky, dry-mouthed leaders scrambling to denounce Trump – their own sneering, leering bastard child – and derail his runaway train of hate before it’s too late, which it already probably is.
But really, how uncanny to watch Mitt Romney, the most grossly elitist white zombie of the conservative ruling class, emerge from his mansion and pretend to serve as righteous moral compass for all the other elitist white male zombies in his party. How surreal to watch John McCain, the man who vomited Sarah Palin onto the national stage and has yet to be struck by lightning for it, scowl grumpily at Trump’s shameless, lowbrow pandering.
The irony is almost too great to ignore. The zombie apocalypse is nigh! And the zombies are totally freaking out.
I mean, if you’re a liberal, how can you not enjoy the stories about how the most corrosive, regressive, obstructionist political party in a generation is fracturing and fragmenting, sacrificing itself to save itself, knowing that if Trump takes the Republican nomination, there will be mass defections, lost majorities, uproars and down-votes and a Grand Old Party Reckoning like never before? The yelp of leftist delight has been almost deafening:Reap what you sow, motherf–kers.
Then again, not so fast.
There is tremendous danger afoot...
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