Every so often in politics, but not often enough, a spine-tingling moment of brutal clarity comes along that wipes from dulled memories all the preceding banalities of inauthentic civility and re-renders the profession a stirring and noble one. Today, Sen. Dianne Feinstein's righteous takedown of that idiot Ted Cruz was one of those moments.
What elegant parrying, and what a beautifully bloodied corpse. "I'm not a sixth-grader.... I've studied the Constitution myself. I am reasonably well-educated, and I thank you for the lecture." There was a grace in Feinstein's savagery that awed. What's more, it instructed, or at least I hope it instructed her many congressional colleagues who for years have allowed the malevolent armies of Ted Cruzes to intimidate sanity into silence.
How many blizzards of right-wing bullshit have blown by, especially since 2010, in the face of virtually no pushback? Yep, they're countless. The right has blustered and bullied its way into the body politic's psyche as though it is or anyway should be immune from harsh political prosecution; the right is, after all, somehow "more American" than liberals, who are tantamount to European socialists, who are akin to communists, who are outright traitors.
That's been the right's meticulously self-cultivated hogwash since Joe McCarthy, who's back in Ted Cruz and a revolting, insolent crew of many GOP others.
And today, California's Dianne Feinstein cut the sniveling little bastard from Texas down to size--a glorious occasion, with, I trust, more to follow.