The best posts of the week of November 3, 2024.
Sunday Morning Scene; Part One. Contrasts
An Open Letter to National Conservatives.
Dear National Conservatives,
First of all, allow me to say, well played.
You well know that there was no earthly way that the public would vote for one of your members at any time in the near future, if ever. Indeed, while your movement has risen considerably in recent years, you know that it was likely to be at most just an outside influence on the periphery of conservative thought at the very most, and likely not for long. Your sense of urgency required a bold move, before, in your view, things were too late, and you made it.
It required your man, J. D. Vance, to lie and say outrageous things, but he proved willing to do it. Aquinas may have declared all lies to be sins, but obviously you felt that lying for the greater cause, as you see it, would be forgivable. You seek to reform the nation into a province of 15th Century Christendom, and you have been willing to do what is necessary to do that.
Now, of course, your next move depends on Trump getting out of the way. You know, as well as I, that Trump isn't a member of your movement and is unpredictable. Indeed, his philandering and serial polygamy is abhorrent to what you stand for. Moreover, his economic policies are likely to make Vance unelectable as a successor, and you know it. By 2028, somebody else will be waiting in the wings. Vice Presidents are not elected to office more often than not, as Kamala Harris' plight just demonstrated. And Trump's meandering thoughts and unpredictability are just as likely to cause him to replace Mr. Vance with Jenny McCarthy or Robert Kennedy as they are to really keep your boy around.
So you have limited time.
The plan, I suspect, is to declare an increasingly addled Donald Trump mentally incompetent soon. You can't do it in January, 2026. But you likely can by March, 2027. At any rate, the sooner the better.
Not that I'm your fan. Not hardly. You scare me. But you don't scare me as much as Donald Trump.
And he should scare you too.
Sincerely,
Yeoman.
