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Sticking With Our Fearless Leader

The GOP call center is calling again, asking for money.

Thank God for caller I.D., because I would not cross the street to put a nickel in their jar if the lemonade they’re selling was spiked with Red Eye whiskey.

While middle and working class citizens buckle down and prepare for a prosperous and productive first summer under President Donald Trump, the Republican-controlled Congress is headed for the Great American Ballpark of political indolence.

This isn’t the first time I’ve ignored my party’s call for financial support.  The last time was when they were floating a path to citizenship for illegal immigrants, which I believed would sound the party’s death knell. It feels wrong to keep blaming Paul Ryan and Mitch McConnell. After all, aren’t they much better than the God-awful alternative? But it also feels wrong to donate my hard-earned dollars to such a vacuous caliber of leadership.

I like to send my supportive dollars where I think they will do the most good, and there are only so many of them to go around. The GOP has not earned so much as a plug nickel of my admittedly modest budget for giving. For the record, I gave to the Trump campaign, and, in addition to a hard-working commander in chief, received a nice commemorative inauguration invite, suitable for framing.

After they return for a brief period to dot some i’s and cross some t’s, the Republicans are going fishing—at precisely the moment when the American electorate has rendered to them full power over the legislative process.  They seem devoid of meaningful consensus, bereft of the agenda the people put them in power to implement, and lacking in plans and proposals that should at this point have been in the pipeline for years.

They infight, jockey, equivocate, and haggle over internecine scraps, when over two midterms and one presidential election they’ve taken down the Cape buffalo. Holding the keys to the positive change working Americans elected them to accomplish, they’re taking a powder. It seems perfectly reasonable to ask, when the subject of the necessity for President Trump to seek congressional authorization for a strike on ISIS, Assad, or potentially North Korea’s mad dictator comes up, “You’ve got to be kidding, right?” By the time any authorization came, the Mother of all Bombs would be pounding sand.

As things heat up for the third Summer of Trump, Washington inertia under GOP control has become a metaphorical wholly mammoth locked in ice. The hides and bones of the beast turn moribund, as the defeated Democrats plot and plan in what traditionalist Americans can only pray is ultimate futility.

Meanwhile, the president is burning the midnight oil. The man who spared Ryan and McConnell four to eight years under the heel of a far-left proxy government under Hillary Clinton is keeping the fires of his promises burning.