By Jonah Goldberg
Thursday, July 21, 2016
I find it nothing short of hilarious how so many seasoned
political journalists (including many of my colleagues — and betters — at Fox)
are visibly shocked and appalled by what Cruz did last night. Ever since I was
a kid, the political press — left, right and center — has whined that there’s
no drama at conventions any more. It’s all scripted. It’s just an infomercial.
It’s just such a shame.
Well here comes Ted Cruz providing exactly the sort of
drama they yearned for and many of these same voices are aghast at Ted Cruz’s
effrontery. The word has gone out across the land: This is an outrage! Not
since Caligula appointed his horse to the Roman senate has a political figure
showed such contempt for decorum and the solemnity of politics! Last night and
this morning, across the news channels, I’ve watched many people I respect -–
and a great many more I don’t — talk about what a sore loser Cruz is.
There are two things to say about that. First, many of
these people are willingly buying into Manafort’s stagecraft. The Trump team
knew about the speech beforehand. The outrage on the floor may have ended up
being genuine, but it started out manufactured. I understand that Chris
Christie will spew whatever fake outrage his masters instruct, like a trained
seal barking for another herring. But I don’t see why so many supposedly
seasoned political observers are volunteering for service.
Second, what the hell are people talking about? This is
part of the corruption of Trump. He called Ted Cruz a liar every day and in
every way for months (it used to be considered a breach in decorum to straight
up call an opponent a liar, never mind use it as a nickname). The insults
against his wife, the cavalier birtherism, the disgusting JFK-assassination
theories about his dad: These things are known. And yet the big conversation of
the day is Ted Cruz’s
un-sportsmanlike behavior? For real? But forget Cruz for a moment. For over a
year, Trump has degraded politics in some of the most vile ways. His respect
for the Republican party as the home of conservatism is on par with Napoleon’s
respect for churches when he converted them into stables.
But that’s okay because he’s Trump. He’s a “winner.” And
now that he’s the nominee, the Smart Set and the Mob is telling me that Cruz is
the outrageous violator of norms and good manners. Let’s all look down our
noses at the sore loser everybody, as we bend the knee and make every apology
possible for the sorest, most ungracious winner
in American history. When I watch Trump’s kitchen cabinet of yes men rise from
their “Thank you, sir, may I have another?” prostrations just long enough to
talk about Cruz’s self-interestedness, I have to laugh. Where’s your shinebox,
Governor Christie?
Ted Cruz has never been my favorite politician. And I am
not so naïve that I don’t recognize the gamble Cruz is making.
But if the choice is between forgiving Ted Cruz’s obvious
political calculation to become the standard bearer of an authentic
conservatism or Donald Trump’s lizard-brain narcissism where no principle or
cause outranks his own glandular desire to be worshipped like a conqueror atop
the carcass of conservatism, I choose Ted.
If the choice is between, say, congratulating the Boy
Scoutish obedience of Mike Pence as he sells off bits and pieces of his soul
like jewels from a family heirloom just to survive another day or Ted Cruz, who
took the tougher road and refused to join the mewling mobs of toadies,
apologists, human weathervanes, difference-splitters, and vacillators, I choose
Ted.
If the choice is between suspending the rules of decorum,
decency, and civility for Donald Trump as he casually badmouths his own country
to the New York Times just as he
secures the presidential nomination of the Republican party or accepting that
we are in dark and uncharted waters and conscience must light the way, I choose
Ted.
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