The Only Likable Person In The Republican Primary Is Megyn Kelly
So as it turns out, I now love Mondays. Because Mondays are Full Frontal day. And last night, after sounding the death knell for the GOP, Sam Bee proved that no matter how far the current crop of Republican Presidential nominees have fallen, they’ve still accomplished something amazing.
They’ve made me think Fox News pundits are reasonable. Megyn Kelly seemed to be showing a certain amount of disdain for the candidates. She tried to rein in their terribly unprofessional behavior. She even seemed slightly embarrassed at the whole shitshow. My level of dislike for her has dropped from “intense” all the way down to “mild.” Chris Wallace used an actual fact. In order to prove that someone had lied about something.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?
I recognize that I don’t genuinely “like” any of the pundits. They’re likable only by comparison. Much in the way that George H.W. Bush was a “good” president compared only to his son. And I don’t feel bad about not-batshit-insane Republicans not having a viable candidate. I remember when Trump got his presidential hopes raised back in 2012, and it wasn’t outside of the established party.
But I do feel slightly uneasy at the car-crash aspect of this primary that’s been most entertaining to me. I understand that this is the natural outcome of a party pandering to the lowest common denominator for decades. That when you actively promote any anti-intellectual, anti-science, anti-fact platform, you can’t expect your base to then happily turn over the reins to you because you’re the “expert.” And that casually gutting the basic infrastructure of a country for 60 years specifically for the benefit of corporations and privatization will eventually leave you with an uninformed, unengaged electorate, which will eventually turn on you. I know that the Republican party has done this to itself, but I do still understand how scary and frustrating this election would be for moderate Republicans. I don’t feel bad for them, but I’m not necessarily happy at their misfortune.
Except of course for Bret Baier. Always fuck that guy.