I wish I could say I told you so. A point I have tried to make over the last year or so is that Donald Trump can only get worse: that however corrupt or incompetent or dictatorial or treasonous or insane he may appear at any given moment, it will inevitably come to be seen as a relative golden age beside what is to come.
There is a reason for this. It is that he can only stir the media and establishment outrage on which both he and his supporters thrive if he behaves even worse than we are accustomed to him behaving. It is not enough to say or do some appalling thing, even if it would have ended the career of any previous politician. He does that, quite literally, several times a day. Rather, he must exceed expectations of his grotesquerie. His critics’ dilemma – how to sustain outrage in the face of the constant, numbing, normalizing stream of objectively outrageous conduct – is also, in a way, his.
You read this TDS and your eyes begin to water.
Just what sort of world does Coyne desire?
One where he and his pals reign from Olympus with Hillary as their foreign Queen?
