Mitch McConnell's awful political predicament — essentially a Hobson's choice — has filled me with joy in these profoundly awful times.
As more Senate Republicans tremble at Trump's wrath and pile on House Democrats' passage of larger relief checks, yet more Senate Republicans loathe even the concept of assisting financially strapped Americans; in the GOP's dog-eared playbook, that sort of thing is reserved for those already wallowing in cash. Thus McConnell will make enemies among his ranks, whichever way he proceeds, and as the mathematics change.
But more to the point, he risks his Senate majority in Georgia next week or in 2022 since a whole lot of Republican voters will vilify the party if it approves additional assistance, and a whole lot of Republican voters will detest the party if it doesn't.
Larger still, there's always the encroaching Trump factor. Which is more pleasurable to these voters? Sieg-heiling the Donald or screwing the needy? — including themselves. Damn that is one tough choice.
And it's sitting in Mitch McConnell's lap, singeing the hell out of him. Make me smile.