Diary

Jurassic Trump

Months ago, I had a “sanctuary lobe” of my brain that harbored some hope.  I had a suspicion that the RNC hated Trump, just not to the degree it hated Cruz.  I figured that if, and I say if, Trump were to plop down in the oval office, there would be at least some resistance from the establishment he made his bones opposing.

But like Jurassic Park’s velociraptors,  the RNC and Trump are learning to cooperate.  They worked together to achieve each other’s ends this week.  From the classy conduct in the rules committee to the orchestrated boos flung at Cruz, we saw the whole become more than the sum of its two parts.

When I imagine what they could achieve should Trump become president, there are plenty of good, American, wholesome objectives that are within the grasp these powerful players just might have; but there is the potential for irreparable harm.  You’re going to have to crack some eggs if you want to instantaneously restore safety.  We have watched the Republican Party allow that same type of systemic harm with their last dance partner.

As these political forces mesh together, I can’t see a valid reason to trust them with the power Trump has just claimed a president has.  It’s as if it were Ted Cruz who had an advanced copy of Trump’s remarks, rather than the other way around.  Cruz’s message of federalism Wednesday night was a welcome one to my ears, but it never resonated so loudly as when I heard Trump abandon limited government as if it were an RNC pledge.

Both Trump and the RNC scored major victories in their quest for centralized power.  The rules approved on Monday empower the chairman, and perhaps the Republican Party intends to assist Trump in his power grab later on (since it’s for a really, really good reason).  That would be one hell of a deal, wouldn’t it?

And so the Executive Branch will become more powerful.  The RNC has already become more powerful.

Clever girl.