By Kevin D. Williamson
Thursday, July 21, 2016
There are some pretty good Donald Trump parody accounts
on Twitter, and there must be a German word somewhere for the strange, queasy
feeling you get when you realize that you aren’t looking at one of them.
“Beyond parody” used to be an insult. In the case of
Donald Trump, it is simply the fact.
Trump, confronting the micro-scandal surrounding the
Third Lady’s recent Republican Convention speech and the stolen Michelle Obama
lines contained in it, replied: “Good news is Melania’s speech got more
publicity than any in the history of politics especially if you believe that
all press is good press!” More publicity than any speech in the history of
politics? Among those who might disagree with this assessment are Abraham
Lincoln, Franklin Roosevelt, Winston Churchill, and Vladimir Lenin. But, in any
case, the publicity is a result not of the speech’s substance or style, but its
dishonesty.
Does that matter? Not to Trump.
That Trump should be a partisan of the “all publicity is
good publicity” faction is not surprising. Before Trump became a tabloid
celebrity in New York for his tawdry adultery and subsequent divorce(s), there
were about 22 people on Earth who gave a damn what a Donald Trump was. There is
no denying that he is a kind of idiot savant when it comes to self-promotion:
He took an episode that would have made a normal, functional adult human being
want to keep his head down for the next 40 years or so and parlayed it into a
series of successful licensing agreements, a reality-television program, and,
now, the Republican nomination. One cannot fault Trump for that any more than
one faults L. monocytogenes for
causing literiosis or raccoons for digging through your trash. It’s what they
do.
But we should not fail to diagnose accurately what those
third-rate rodeo announcers leading cheers of “Lock her up!” in Cleveland are, and
what the symptoms of the infection will be.
Everyone had a good laugh earlier in the week when Clare
Malone, writing at FiveThirtyEight, relayed a story involving my colleague
Yuval Levin, whose excellent new book, The
Fractured Republic, argues that the Right and the Left both are paralyzed
by nostalgia for a misunderstood post-war economic and political order. When
Malone asked members of the Republican Freedom Caucus what they thought about
Levin’s argument, the answer was a sneer from Representative David Brat of
Virginia: “We’re supposed to respond to this guy? How many followers does he
have?” Malone: “There was silence for a moment; it was difficult to discern
whether he meant Twitter followers or policy acolytes.”
All publicity is good publicity. All followers are good
followers, and they’re the only thing that really matters. It doesn’t matter
what’s being said — it only matters that people are talking about you. Etc.
That those views are childish and borderline insane does not mean that they are
not useful. Donald Trump, Paris Hilton, and Kim Kardashian all are rich for the
same reason, and Trump is the Republican presidential candidate for the same
reason that he’s rich. He is the parasite, and we are the host, because we, as
a culture, have agreed to be the host. Maybe we did not set out to do that, but
that is what we have done, in much the same way that while nobody ever sets out
to become a drug addict, nobody becomes one exactly by accident, either.
“Populism” isn’t much more than a polite term for mob
rule, but it is the mood of the moment, and Republicans are, to their
discredit, embracing it with great energy. They may even make something of it.
But they’ll lose something, too. The presence of followers does not, as it
turns out, imply the existence of leaders, properly understood. Political
liberty under the rule of law is a fragile condition, and it requires us to be
better than this.
The polls change, but the final facts do not.
“How many followers does Yuval Levin have?” Joseph Stalin
once asked a similar question about the pope. Representative Brat, who is an
educated man, must know how that turned out in the end.
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