This opinion piece in The Week by Matthew Walther is so smart that I’ll preemptively say only this: When you attack someone (Trump) for everything, you attack him not at all.
“Was anyone surprised by the recent CNN poll finding President Trump’s approval rating at 42 percent? …
“The thousand undifferentiated scoops in the phantasmal Mueller investigation, the vicissitudes of his hundred shifting positions on DACA and the fabled border wall, Stormy Daniels … Not one of these things matters to the not-quite-majority of Americans who voted for Trump. They still like him.
“Why shouldn’t they? The reasons for opposing Trump were clear from the beginning. He was a crude, mean-spirited man. … Years later the GOP is still talking nonsense about freedom and entrepreneurship, the Democrats are still obsessed with where people go to the bathroom, and Trump is still being rude on television. Nothing has changed …
“You can only ask adults to participate in the fiction that a retweet of a wrestling GIF is a credible threat of violence against some nerd reporters at a cable station or delight in what you hope will be the failure of American trade policy before they decide to tune you out.
“[M]embers of my profession could have exercised their reasoning faculties to decide what in the administration was good, what was bad, what was unremarkable or indistinguishable from what any modern president would do, what was painfully idiotic, what was, perhaps, evil. We chose not to exercise this responsibility. Instead we decided to indulge in our live-action roleplaying fantasies about being brave selfless journos taking on a mean demagogue because we love the Constitution so much.”
For example, during the 2016 presidential campaign, Florida authorities prosecuted Trump’s then-campaign manager for battery after he grabbed a reporter’s arm, allegedly bruising it.
When I expressed opposition on Facebook to that overly broad law — which allows you to file charges against someone simply for tapping your shoulder in a Palm Beach elevator — squishy Oakland liberals attacked me for supporting Trump (which I wasn’t). Failing to intimidate me into fake-apologizing, the squishiest ones turned up the volume by fake-alleging that I was coddling assault-and-battery (even dumber).
So I turned off their volume by blocking that quivering blob, er, I mean earnest mob on Facebook. So now their voices aren’t heard at all.
And while they’re busy policing the language of a shrinking pool of natural allies, the approval rating of the liberals’ anti-Christ is rising, bombs in Syria are falling, and the title of this blog post will be hard for those liberals to swallow.