In a way, the Democrat party is somewhat like a first wife contemplated at a safe distance in time and space from the divorce.
￼You know you loved her at some point, but you can’t really remember why.
￼You know she was beautiful to you then, but now you can only see the ruins of that beauty, and you are glad you had the best years.
￼You know that, yes, you must have been happy with her and had a lot of good times, but now you can’t remember where or when.
When you think about her now you can’t really believe you wasted all those poisoned years with her just because you hoped that somehow, some time, she would grow sane, beautiful, and young again.
￼In some way, in some universe, that hope should be true about the people you loved. When it comes to the politics you once loved it is never true. When a party goes insane and degenerates into a diseased mass of hate, into ‘an old bitch gone in the teeth, / A botched civilization’, it never really reforms.
￼Like they say in the National Parks, ‘Once a bear is hooked on garbage, there’s no cure.’“