They Never Stop, They Never Sleep, They Never Quit
Just about the only good thing one can say regarding the American Left, and that subspecies of it called "journalism," is that they never give up. They've long since abandoned any pretense to objectivity, and so day after day, they spin just about every single news event into yet another example of the horrors of the Trump administration. Indeed, they can't even let the past go, as this editorial in the New York Times so proudly proclaims:
Mitch McConnell, the Senate majority leader, has had a rough couple of weeks. Yet, however many setbacks he might suffer over health care reform or other parts of the Republican agenda, he knows he has already won the biggest fight of all: the theft of a Supreme Court seat from President Obama, the installation of Justice Neil Gorsuch and the preservation of the court’s conservative majority for years to come.
“One of my proudest moments was when I looked at Barack Obama in the eye and I said, ‘Mr. President, you will not fill this Supreme Court vacancy,’ ” Mr. McConnell told a political gathering in Kentucky last summer.
With this audacious pledge — made only hours after news of Justice Antonin Scalia’s death on Feb. 13, 2016, reached the public — Mr. McConnell demolished longstanding Senate tradition and denied a vote to one of the most well-qualified nominees ever: Merrick Garland, the veteran federal appellate judge Mr. Obama had chosen to replace Justice Scalia.
Boo-hoo. Like the myth of the Lost Cause that took hold in the American South after the Civil War -- a noble venture brought low not by its own immorality but by fate and bad luck -- the Left is now licking its old wounds and picking off the scabs from the relative safety of its last few, dwindling redoubts. Just as Lincoln and Grant admired the Confederacy's tenacity but abhorred its principles, so do American conservatives feel about our opponents in this Cold Civil War. As I wrote on this subject six years ago in the guise of my character, the crazy lefty "David Kahane":
The difference is that now it is no longer a battle between generations, but a civil war within a generation, yes, the good old Baby Boomers. If their parents were the Greatest Generation, what can we say of our glorious Boomer forebears? The Worst Generation slips trippingly off the tongue. The Me Generation got hung on them long ago. The Narcissistic, Irresponsible, Arrogant, and Entitled Generation is a little long. So how about this: the Viper Generation.
For sure, weren’t they like vipers in the breasts of all those schlimazels who came home from the war and promptly went about their duties to be fruitful and multiply the suburbs? And the thanks they got was the poisonous asps who lay in their cribs, played in their leafy yards, broke down the remaining social barriers that had previously kept their riff-raff folks out of the Ivy League schools, and turned on their own kith and kin with a ferocity that hasn’t been seen since Orestes whacked Clytemnestra and her boyfriend though they obviously had it coming.