Along with the predictable parade of preemptive recriminations—our candidates suck, our party officials suck, gas prices are killing us, we're tripping over the big bags of dark money lying around, everything sucks—there's some rustling below decks as rats are scoping out routes to the nearest ratlines. The piece, alas, doesn't mention any of the other members of this "growing group" of Hill Republicans. (Bacon got off the Trump Train months ago.) But it's not surprising that the group would be "growing." The president is wandering all over the landscape—in some cases, literally—and saying nakedly insane things, mumbling through what seems to be some kind of mental haze in which he makes up entire episodes and, on occasion, entire words. Somehow, it's dawning on the Republicans that the October Surprise this time around is going to be the president's enthusiasm for Jon Husted's ass.
And this, of course, is not even to mention the fact that the president is in the process of cutting Ukraine loose out of increasingly obvious subservience to Vladimir Putin, and meddling like a Temu Corleone in Israeli politics. It is possible that the Republicans may yet fulfill Churchill's assessment of Germany, that it is "at your throat or at your feet."
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