The usually brilliant and stalwart Kevin D. Williamson of
National Review appears at last to have fallen victim to the virus known as Beltway Insider-itis. In doing so, he joins the likes of David Brooks and Jen Rubin, so-called "conservatives" who act as the unofficial PR wing of the Chamber of Commerce, Karl Rove, and the Republican National Committee.
We fully expect the Left to tar Constitutional Conservatives and Tea Party activists as racists (no matter their love and support of Allen West, Ben Carson, Tim Scott, Ted Cruz, Israel, et. al.); most recently the progressive sissy-boy (which is the term he
prefers, I hear)
Damon Linker of The Week labeled the conservative base a bunch of Birchers who hate, among others, "negroes, elites, decadent city folk, Catholics [and] Jews".
We do not expect the likes of Williamson, however, to channel Mitch McConnell, John Boehner, Karl Rove and
Tom Donohue and slam the very group of Americans that handed the Republican Party massive midterm wins at every level of government in 2010 and 2014.
Thus, it was with great surprise that I read Williamson's latest ("
WHINOS: On the Martyrdom of the Holy, Holy Base"), a full-throated attack on you and I, whom he terms "WHINOS".
Never mind the Democrats, economic realities, Putin, ISIS, the geographical facts of the U.S.-Mexico border — all would be well and all manner of things would be well if not for the behind-the-scenes plotting of Mitch McConnell, John Boehner, and their enablers, who apparently can be bribed with small numbers of cocktail weenies. The WHINO is a Republican conspiracy theorist, in whose fervid imaginings all the players — victims, villains — are Republicans.
Why the vitriol (and patently false vitriol at that)?
Williamson, like many Beltway insiders, has panicked at the latest polls showing Donald Trump (no,
not Donald Trump!)
atop the current GOP field.