Here is post-Political Pistachio example number one of why I will never “tone down” or discontinue my loud, vociferous, vehement opposition to Donald Trump, and why Douglas V. Gibbs is a fool for purging the #NoneOfTheAbove viewpoint from his site:
During a sixty-five-minute speech in Albuquerque last night, Donald Trump laced into New Mexico Republican Governor Susana Martinez. He blamed her for the State’s economic problems, for the growing number of food stamp recipients and for not doing more to reject Syrian refugees. The billionaire even mused about moving to the State to run for governor himself.
“She’s got to do a better job,” Trump told thousands of supporters, per Jenna Johnson. “She’s not doing the job. We’ve got to get her moving. Come on: Let’s go, governor.”
Trump doesn’t give a rat’s ass about New Mexico, its economy, its food stamp recipient level, Syrian refugees, or how the Asgardian Destroyer laid waste to Puente Antiguo. All he does care about is that Governor Martinez doesn’t like him and won’t bow down to him as “GOP” nominee. So Trump did what he always does to anybody who won’t kiss his ass: vent his petty wrath with fabricated, stream-of-consciousness bullshit.
Would Governor Martinez have come around eventually? Who knows? But, see, since she’s in her second gubernatorial term and is term-limited, she is under much less “institutional” pressure to knuckle under. So if her endorsement means that ostensibly much to The Donald, he needed to do something that totally cuts against his temperamental grain: Woo her. Be conciliatory, complementary. Butter her up. Surely that’s part of the “art of the deal” as well, right? She is, after all, the chair of the Republican Governor’s Association, a prominent high-ranking Republican elected official, as well as both a Hispanic and a woman in demographic/bean-counter terms. Her endorsement would, accordingly, carry some disproportional weight and would have been valuable to have. But she was not going to just give it away, because she didn’t, and doesn’t, have to.
And now, thanks to this latest Trumpertantrum, that endorsement is now pretty much moot:
Martinez’s press secretary, Mike Lonergan, responded with a blistering statement: “Apparently, Donald Trump doesn’t realize Governor Martinez wasn’t elected in 2000, that she has fought for welfare reform, and has strongly opposed the President’s Syrian refugee plan. But the pot shots weren’t about policy, they were about politics. And the Governor will not be bullied into supporting a candidate.… Governor Martinez doesn’t care about what Donald Trump says about her – she cares about what he says he will do to help New Mexicans. She didn’t hear anything about that today.”
And neither did anybody else. Because he’d be more likely to cut a deal with King Loki than he would to help Thor fight the Destroyer. No wonder Governor Martinez skipped the Trump event to shampoo her dog’s butt hair.
James Hohmann summarizes – or, rather, reiterates yet again – what the Martinez kerfuffle tells us about the meaning and reality of the Trump nomination:
- The riff underscores the hollowness of Trump’s promises to unite the Republican Party he has fractured, and the divergence between how he defines “unity” (i.e. everybody must unconditionally surrender to him) and how the rest of us do.
- Attacking the most prominent Latina in the party will make Hispanic outreach even harder, assuming he doesn’t simply sit back and wait for them to genuflect before him.
- Last night’s rally further illustrates why Trump is on track to get clobbered among women. Were the lines about referring to Elizabeth Warren as “Pocahontas” (Evidently Trump never got the memo that it’s “Fauxcahontas”) and saying that voting for Mrs. Clinton because she’s a woman is like drinking bleach because it looks like water good ones? The latter one was, sure. And if this were open mic night at the Giggles Improv, they’d have been home runs. But this is a presidential campaign. And a major party nominee has to have more to offer than just Don Rickles routines.
- Even with the nomination wrapped up, Trump remains thin-skinned and lacks self-discipline. Which, respectively, is why he’ll never unite the party and never win in November. Unity requires conciliation, which means reaching out, which means moving towards those whose reconciliation you seek and need, which means burying the hatchet somewhere besides the middle of their skulls. Trumplicans wanted somebody who would “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”, and they got him, but their problem now is that flipping everybody the bird 24/7 is all that Donald Trump knows and is capable of doing. If the GOP “establishment” was too supine, now 40% of the base has stuck the party with what amounts to a wolverine on angel dust. Lunging to the opposite temperamental extreme is no solution and can only make things even worse.
- Party unity is further out of reach than conventional wisdom suggests. The Martinez attack serves fresh red-meat reminder of it. Ditto House Speaker Paul Ryan’s reticence and Ohio Governor John Kasich’s, surprisingly, as well. Intra-party reconciliation comes via the olive branch, not vitriol and threats. Something that EVERY PREVIOUS NOMINEE understood. Yes, yes, I know, “Trump’s not like any previous nominee” – which is true, since he (1) isn’t a Republican, and (2) is destroying the GOP rather than building up it.
- As Trump snipes at fellow Republicans, he continues to galvanize the left
Which brings us to the anti-Trump riots raging all around Trump’s anti-Martinez rally:
In one of the presidential campaign year’s more grisly spectacles, protesters in New Mexico opposing Donald Trump’s candidacy threw burning T-shirts, plastic bottles and other items at police officers, injuring several, and toppled trash cans and barricades.
Police responded by firing pepper spray and smoke grenades into the crowd outside the Albuquerque Convention Center.
During the rally, the presumptive Republican presidential nominee was interrupted repeatedly by protesters, who shouted, held up banners and resisted removal by security officers….
At one point, a female protester was physically dragged from the stands by security. Other protesters scuffled with security as they resisted removal from the convention center, which was packed with thousands of loud and cheering Trump supporters.
No, those leftwingnut rioters weren’t Trump’s fault, and yes, they’d be doing the same thing if Marco Rubio or Ted Cruz or even Scott Walker had clinched the GOP nomination. Commie-lib insurrectionists insurrect because they’re commie-lib insurrectionists.
But Trump is responsible for how he and his big government statist supporters react to them, and once again, the hyper-combative degree to which Il Douche was in his element shows yet again his manifest and dangerous unfitness for the office he seeks:
Trump responded with his usual bluster, instructing security to remove the protesters and mocking their actions by telling them to “Go home to mommy.”
He responded to one demonstrator by asking, “How old is this kid?” Then he provided his own answer: “Still wearing diapers.”
Trump’s supporters responded with chants of “Build that wall!”
Because Trump’s supporters are little different in terms of mental wattage or puerility from the leftwingnut insurrectionists, who seem incapable of grasping that illegals, and the Mexican drug cartels, can and do climb over and tunnel underneath walls.
What bears noting here is the nature of Trump’s reaction: Blustering mockery without a single scintilla of ideological or philosophical context. No identification of who these “protesters” were or the radical leftist extremist ideas they represent that in turn compel them to employ such violent tactics. No constitutional conservative contrast applied against it. If you don’t identify the enemy, how can you defeat them or even know why you should?
Trump doesn’t care, because to him these “protesters” are not the enemy, but simply a means to an end, little equivalently different from the German communist rioters eighty-three years ago that another “nationalist/populist” exploited on his meteoric rise to excessive power.
Mr. Gibbs may fear the Trumplican mob’s special snowflake sensitivity against unwanted facts, but I shan’t apologize for citing indelible historical parallels when they fit like a tailored glove.