I know it’s hard to believe, but the Daily Beast has sunk to a new low in its attacks against supporters of President Trump. TDS-riddled Rick Wilson, editor-at-large of the online leftist rag, says he, for one, won’t forget and won’t forgive “what Trumpists have done to America.”
Incidentally, Wilson is also a “Republican” strategist and author of the book, “Everything Trump Touches Dies: A Republican Strategist Gets Real About the Worst President Ever.”
Just for “context,” you know.
Anyway, in a Sunday “editorial,” with that goofy pretend red stamp Daily Beast obviously loves, Wilson “stamped” “overdue penalties,” as he launched into the subhead:
“It’s not enough to merely enjoy their agony and humiliation. It’s not enough to hope they’ll be shamed and correct their behavior. Have you not met these people?”
You can already see where this is headed, right?
Spoiler: Not towards that whole “unity” and “time to heal” schtick that Joe Biden and the Democrats — and some lunatic named Alyssa Milano —are laughably trying to foist on us.
Check it out — in all of its overly-faux-dramatic glory.
The dark is rising for Trump’s sycophants, toadies and enablers. Their tough-guy acts and f*ck-your-feelings sh*-talk have become a furious whine of complaints and recriminations as a toxic slurry of rage and despair has left a stinging bile in the back of their throats that won’t go away. Trump lost, and they can’t spin their way past it.
Okay, lemme just say this: Not only did I vote for Donald Trump in 2016 and 2020; I believed and still do that this was the most consequential presidential election in modern history. The thought of Joe Biden in the White House and the possibility of Chucky Schumer becoming Majority Leader of the Senate — not to mention vacuous San Fran Nan’s bony little hands with a death grip on the Speaker’s gavel — scares the crap out me.
Now I don’t know if that qualifies me as a “toadie,” but I do know I am neither in a “toxic slurry of rage and despair,” Ricky, nor do I have “a stinging bile in the back of my throat.”
Speaking of bile, in reference to Trump’s “absurd” and “doomed” election fraud-related lawsuits, Wilson was just as venomous.
Even as his lawyers are all but chased out of each town where they file their absurd, doomed lawsuits, the true believers still imagine some miracle emerging from the wreckage of Trump’s campaign. The media apparatus that monetized the moronic state religion of Trumpism is still pumping their slowcoach followers full of stupid, easily disproven lies.
“Moronic state religion of Trumpism.” Ricky’s got issues, doesn’t he? Poor Stage IV TDS-riddled hater makes even Bette Midler look like she thinks Trump is an awesome president.
Okay — maybe that’s a stretch — but you get the point.
Lest you think it’s only Trump and his toadies who Wilson sounds as if he wishes would just catch on fire and get if over with, he’s also not overly fond of “the professional class of Republicans” — which I assume implies the same old worn-out liberal schtick about the GOP being “the party of the rich.” Besides, Rick Wilson dumping on “the professional class of Republicans” smacks of self-denial if I ever saw it.
The Professional Class of Republicans, though, know that the bitter end is here—that their dirty half-decade of personal abnegation and degradation is coming to a sick, sad finale. It would leave them with a sense of shame if they had any. Most of the GOP, Inc. types long ago lost that sensibility. Still, America is watching them experiencing a combination of fury and humiliation as Trump heads to the door before even dropping the cash on the nightstand.
Catch that? How Ricky compared America to a cheap hooker?
Multiple legit pollsters — wait, is that oxymoronic? — predicted Pelosi’s Democrat Caucus would increase its majority in the House rather than be reduced to a razor-thin margin.
Do you ‘spose Ricky knows that hundreds of thousands of rank-and-file Republican voters were responsible for
handing Nancy Pelosi her drubbing House Democrats?
Even if so, does it matter — in terms of Wilson’s bitterly-false narrative? Of course not: Rick Wilson is preaching to his equally-Trump-hating choir, all of whom can’t get enough of it; which I assume affords him some sort of temporary “release.”
Here’s the thing.
Having written about politics for some time, not only did I long ago decide to never let idiots like Rick Wilson bother or anger me, which angers people like Wilson even more. That’s their goal. They want their targets to be just as angry and bitter as they are.
And the best part of all?
The “toxic slurry of rage” and “stinging bile in the back the throat” of keyboard warriors like Rick Wilson says a hell of a lot more about them than the people they cowardly attack.