All Gas, No Brakes

Why Trump won.

For the better part of ten years I traveled around the country helping to elect candidates, canvas, raise money, and organize. It was exhausting, but I was in my twenties going into my thirties so it didn’t matter. I think back and wonder how on earth I did it with little homeschooled kids in tow.

Ten-plus years later, it’s meaner out there than it was before. There is less room for error. Cancel culture hasn’t fully receded. Not every RINO is marked. The names they, the left, have called us haven’t changed: Bigot, sexist, racist, ist-ist, whatever. What infuriates me, though, is knowing that somewhere out there a young mom is looking over her grocery list, double-checking her budget, and wincing while removing items because inflation is terrible, everyone is broke, and she just wanted to vote for a way to improve it all. For this, she’s called a battered wife, a bigot, a racist. For simply wanting to improve her station in life from the economic status which Democrats have foisted upon her she must be morally deficient. It’s easier for Democrats to excuse their incompetency by blaming the imaginary moral failures of others instead of looking within themselves. This is beyond hurt-and-rescue, it’s hurt-and-shame.

We will watch the Democrat party descend into a Purge-esque civil war over the post-mortem. Democrats wanted a civil war and now they have one within their very own party. Be careful what you wish for. The party elders are apoplectic that their plan to hide Biden’s dementia before their disastrous maneuver to swap him out with the most underwhelming pick in modern political history failed. The lessons they need to learn, the lessons they should learn they won’t because there is no regard, no advantage in today’s society, particularly on the left, to correct errors, modify behavior, and adopt a better path. The left’s refusal to exercise reconciliation extends even to themselves and they will self-immolate before they allow such an introspective reckoning.