|The pudgy nose of the GOP.|
But the most pressing inquiry facing us is: Does anyone outside the DC Beltway care that George Will has left the Republican Party? More to the point, does anyone he wishes to persuade to do likewise even know who he is?
|Idiocy sounds better like this.|
|"Ooh! Ooh! Donald!"|
In other words, Trump reflects much of the 14-million people who voted for him -- a bigger turnout, as Trump will gladly remind you, than any Republican candidate in history. That is precisely the mob that George Will never deigns to interact with, other than to say, "Check, please."
I first understood his superciliousness in a 2009 column when he bemoaned -- in 747 words -- being surrounded by adults wearing jeans and running shoes. His advice to us: "For men, sartorial good taste can be reduced to one rule: If Fred Astaire would not have worn it, don't wear it. For women, substitute Grace Kelly."
Apart from being another one of his pathetic "Life was so much better when I was a kid!" pieces of drivel, it also showcases Will's total lack of understanding regarding life outside suburban Washington cocktail parties. I mean, my wife and I would love to dress like Astaire and Kelly -- no kidding! Maybe you could lend us a few bucks, George?
|"No, Mr. Will, I expect you to die!"|
|He won't be so pro-gun|
when someone mistakes
his hair for a rabid
Many of George Will's observations have become legendary. Doubting the severity of campus rapes; crediting Pres. Obama's popularity simply on his race; decrying high voter turnout by comparing it to the rise of Adolf Hitler to name just a few. Perhaps Will is right when he refers to the GOP as "my party," only with a Trinity College/Oxford/Princeton education setting him apart from the base. And, true to GOP-elite form, Will dumped the mother of his children for a younger, prettier wife in 1991. In his day, couples stayed married!
So, George, tell me in words I can understand -- what is it about Donald Trump's views (and marriage vows) that you find so offensive? And when are you going to start dressing like Fred Astaire?