I have mentioned before that I prefer reading the few genuinely conservative, typically NeverTrump writers still out there, rather than liberal writers. This is not — not, I must emphasize — because I agree with their conservative politics (although I also prefer reading writers I largely disagree with, which keeps my analytical and critical skills sharper than just nodding my head to each paragraph). Instead, I enjoy their writing because, simply put, they're better writers than are liberal thinkers. Perhaps that's because genuinely conservative policy ideas run from the scanty to virtually nonexistent (enough, nonetheless, to critique), thus freeing conservative minds to concentrate on style. Liberal writers — more so progressive writers — tend to the stylistically arid, as they plod along, more common than not without humor, explaining how the world can be saved and humanity perfected.
I'm a trifle unclear on whom they write for; with Trump's Republican approval rating at 80 to 90 percent, their devoted readership must be quite small. As we know, real Republicans either don't read at all or they read only Trump-adoring blowhards, keeping the Trumpeteers safe from dangerous, outside ideas. Maybe these conservative NeverTrumpers just write for each other: David Frum faxes his stuff to Jennifer Rubin, who faxes hers to Charlie Sykes, who then Pony Expresses his scribblings to George Will and Michael Gerson and Max Boot. Geez, I still read chrestomathies of the late Charles Krauthammer.
At any rate, Peter Wehner, a veteran of the Reagan and both Bush administrations, is among this group whose writing I admire. Mr. Wehner was once a rather reserved man of letters, But since the advent of Trumpism's Trump, he's grown fangs and he drools rabid saliva. The man positively loathes Donald Trump, and all who support him. In the last two years I've read nothing from Wehner that wasn't polemically bloodstained. And yesterday, on the heels of the Jordan, Meadows et el. inquisition of Michael Cohen, came his "Republicans Sink Further Into Trump’s Cesspool."
In the most transparent and ham-handed way, they saw no evil and heard no evil, unless it involved Mr. Cohen….
By now Republicans must know, deep in their hearts, that Mr. Cohen’s portrayal of Mr. Trump as a "racist," "a con man" and "a cheat" is spot on. So it is the truth they fear, and it is the truth … that they feel compelled to destroy. This is the central organizing principle of the Republican Party now….
The ethic that became the norm at the Trump Organization —- defacing the truth and disfiguring reality in the service of Donald J. Trump — is the ethic that has become the norm of the Republican Party and the American right. This is what some of us who are conservatives ... have warned since Mr. Trump began his quest for the presidency — that his corruptions would eventually become theirs….
As Mr. Trump was elected and then inaugurated, Republicans became more and more reluctant to call him out and more and more vocal in defending him and attacking his critics; rather than weakening, their loyalty to him intensified.
That last phenomenon is, of course, easy to explain: see the "80 to 90 percent" statistic cited above. From what I've read from reporters who excel at loosening politicians' tongues, privately most of these public Trump defenders abhor the monstrous incivilities of the degenerate gargoyle. But when you're a junior-grade congressperson whose party overwhelmingly loves the president you hate, watchca gonna do? Trash a $174,000 annual income and resplendent benefits by telling your constituents they're amoral imbeciles? Not likely.
So that leaves the question for the Wehners and Boots and Frums: What's the point? What's the point of railing against a party and president who will never see your writings, or would pay no mind if they did? The only readers they have are the choir, hence they're preaching from the same pulpit as mine. So I suppose they continue writing for the same reason I do as well: They're addicted to it. It's not much of a living — nor for me, anyway — but addictions care only about the next fix. And mine will come tomorrow morning. See you then.