Diary

The 'Deal' behind the folks screaming about a 'Steal'

So… Everyone here is aware of the great ‘Trumpertantrum’ over Colorado…

Mr Trump, now facing the reality of being a rec-league player trying to compete with professionals, is of course howling mad that Colorado won’t give him a chance to demagogue his way to some Colorado delegates…

He’s joined in this howling by a cast-of-characters that should, if we look at who they are, remind us of what is at stake in 2016.

This is not about Trump’s self-promoting, brand-aggrandizing campaign…

This is the latest round in a simmering battle over what exactly it means to be ‘right wing’ in America.

The battle between ‘3-legged-stool’ conservatives, and the risable self-named ‘paleocons’, who want to return ‘conservatism’ to a nationalist, pro-tarriff, anti-war, isolationist, anti-immigrant platform similar to what you would expect from pre-WWII Republicans.

Trump is merely the vessel.

His ‘allies’ – people like Pat Buchanan – have been fighting this battle with us since Ronald Reagan was in office.

Whether it was Buchanan himself, or Perot, or channeled through Ron Paul (whom they mistook for one of ‘theirs’ due to his extreme pacifism & hatred of banks)… Or the most ideologically un-moored & insane aspects of the Tea Party movement (when you go from calling for small government, to bashing banks (or large corps in general) you have gone over to the *other side*)… It’s been out there…

And this year, with Trump as their headliner, they thought they had finally won.

So if anyone wonders why Drudge, Coulter, Buchanan, and all the rest are so personally invested in this: It’s simple…

2016 was going to be ‘their year’, to take the conservative movement ‘back’ from Reaganite internationalists & supply-side economics….

Mind you, like most reactionary movements, the ‘idealized past’ was not actually what adherents think it was…

But none the less: In their mind, Cruz is ‘stealing’ their ‘big chance’ by blocking Trump…

Not that they deserve one, of course.

It is, at the end of the day, still *our* party, not theirs.