The National Review’s resident poncy toff is shocked, shocked!
An extraordinary item from Peter Baker in the New York Times:
“President Obama must be touched by all the concern Republicans are showing him these days. As Congress examines security breaches at the White House, even opposition lawmakers who have spent the last six years fighting his every initiative have expressed deep worry for his security.”
“Even”? Can it really be too difficult to recognize that citizens who strongly disagree with the president of the republic don’t want him to be murdered?
Baker got a little snark-y in his column but it isn’t all that funny. There are a great number of Americans who would rejoice upon hearing the Secret Service had failed to stop an assassination attempt on the president. If you’re in the habit of reading blogs (woe is me) then you know what the far right thinks of the first African American president. They want him dead, right now. But like every other true patriot, Cooke has some tony bipartisan fee-fees you jackals.
Of course we want the president to be safe. Those who are surprised by this perhaps need to spend some more time with their ideological opponents, or — and this will be harder, I grant — spend a little more time examining what it is about their ideology that led them to conflate political opposition and violence in the first instance.
Whether Cooke drew the National Review short straw or he’s been stocking gin at the Empire Club and forgot what The Internet’s about, this is fuck-all stupid. I make such a claim because having to write this blog over the many years has resigned me “to spend some time with their ideological opponents.” I’m a witness to the yearnings of America’s right-wing.
But just in case any curious human person disbelieves me, I went and double-checked. I clicked over to the wingnut website Weasel Zippers: Secret Service Director Resigns …Man With Gun Allowed Feet From POTUS… And I copied a few reactions to the failures of the Secret Service:
To be fair those are less than ten percent of the comments. But their existence is as predictable as Cooke making self-mocking assumptions. He doesn’t seem to know the first thing about his nuthouse former colony.