I'm not sure I have ever before read such raving panic as that in this morning's pin-wheeling eyes of David Brooks. The GOP's theatre of operations has strategically deteriorated to such a desperately squalid state of hopelessness that Brooks has chosen to blame the party's unilateral mess of a suicidal march on ... the Democrats.
With no little unease, since it seems almost sadistic, I quote Mr. Brooks:
I know there is little chance that today’s partisan players are going to adopt [an] incremental goo-goo approach. It’s more likely that today’s majority party is going to adopt a different strategy, which you might call Kill the Wounded.
And a diabolically simple strategy it is, consisting, as it does, of undeniably simple realities. First, the president notes that "Republicans are crazy," which, as already noted, is by now axiomatic. Second, the president "raise[s] a series of wedge issues meant to divide Southerners from Midwesterners, the Tea Party/Talk Radio base from the less ideological corporate and managerial class." Yes, maliciously ideated and "perfectly designed" wedge issues, such as almost embarrassingly modest gun control measures and immensely sensible immigration reform.
I repeat: Moderation is, in Brooks' book, now a wedge. It's come to that.
But there we don't stop. No, Brooks isn't through humiliating himself. And it's here that I spewed some really tasty Colombian coffee all over the laptop's screen just before reconfirming that I was indeed reading this slop in the New York Times, and not Breitbart.com:
Then [Obama] could invite a series of confrontations with Republicans over things like the debt ceiling — make them look like wackos willing to endanger the entire global economy.
Invite a confrontation over the debt ceiling, by asking, as historically asked and obliged, that it simply be raised. And should Republicans insanely refuse, then it's Obama making them look like wackos.
This is a new schtick for Brooks. He's always played the somewhat red-faced apologist, stretching and molesting reason to defend whatever the GOP's latest transgression against human decency. But he has never, in my memory, plunged nakedly into a cesspool of raving incoherence, as he so pitiably does in "The Next Four Years."
(p.s.: This post edited to mitigate the offending coffee cliche. I couldn't tolerate it, either.)