Pity the People Left on the Beach

 

I see a lot of ink today amazed at yesterday's Indiana Republican primaries for General Assembly seats. Trump endorsed seven of his dogs against seven stubborn state senate Republican incumbents, and the incumbents got chewed the hell up. Fox News was thrilled to report that Trump Is Still Lord. Others couldn't help but notice the Mafia vibes in the sudden death of politicians who had refused to kiss the ring (re-jigger the state's congressional maps). Many reporters noticed the severed horsehead in the bed. Don't cross boss Trump.

I say "good!" to those Republican primaries. I'm counting on the cult's keeping its politicians firmly in the trumpy mold, under the trumpy thumb, because it will be an ever more convenient target for the Blue Wave, as the opposition to Trump picks up more independents and disgusted lifelong Republicans. There are actually very good conservatives who don't like mob bosses and wide-open corruption. To have a clear and unitary enemy with a brand name and a history is a pure-dee gift for the goddamned Democratic Party.

Otherwise reasonable, logical men and women who hold office as elected Republicans have weighed their choices, and they've consciously chosen to throw in with whatever Trump says or demands or does, because that's the way politics works, at least politics in a democracy that demands votes. We join parties, and even when we can plainly see our party's alienating the majority, or that our leader is fucking wrong, we stick with our party. 'Tis better to die together than hang separately. 'Tis actually better to die for someone's stupidity than never to have taken a side at all and declared our values. (We would have made excellent soldiers in Pickett's frontal attack at Gettysburg, and would probably have considered it both right and fitting pro patria mori.)

Lord knows how many masts I've lashed myself to over the last 60 years of political advocacy and community organizing, only to see the whole ship go down and me with it. I get the psychology of staying with the sinking ship. It's considered noble -- in a fashion that Falstaff would have mocked as folly, but still. What's the alternative to embracing defeat when it's inevitable? Disengagement? And the blissful aloofness of independents who always piously claim, "I vote for the man, not the party"? That kind of cynical detachment is unthinkable for the likes of us, the eternally engaged and outraged. We are known for the fiber of our spines because we have experienced political death and have returned, often transformed by death, not quite like the phoenix but maybe more like stinkweeds that develop rhizomes.

So I applaud the wholly owned Trump Party, once known as the GOP. Keep the faith, babies, but don't park your beach chairs on the sand.