Yesterday at lunch, Ted Cruz met with his fellow Republican senators, the latter of whom peppered the former with questions about just what in God's name he thinks he's doing: how, possibly, could a minority party "defund" a massive social program already in place and aggressively protected by its designers; how might they now negotiate everything ruled absolutely non-negotiable by the majority party; and how are they ever to save face when their inevitable, unmitigated capitulation comes calling.
Here's one senator's assessment of Cruz's responses:
It was very evident to everyone in the room that Cruz doesn’t have a strategy--he never had a strategy, and could never answer a question about what the endgame was. I just wish the 35 House members that have bought the snake oil that was sold could witness what was witnessed today at lunch.
It's worth noting, however, that this particular GOP senator--as did all of them who talked, post-meeting, to Politico--requested anonymity, citing custom.
Thus it is they--as well as Cruz--who refuse to embrace reality. They've a viper in their nest, and until they quite ceremoniously eject it and its fellow serpents in the House, the Grand Old Party will rot to its inevitable doom. It'll disintegrate piecemeal, in spurts and deluges, in midterms and presidential years respectively. In 10 years or 20, there'll be nothing left but perhaps a rag-tag nuthatch of neoconfederate lunatics still fighting their Lost Cause.
Defrocking Cruz & Co. would be painful, no doubt, for GOP establishmentarians. Breakaway third-party campaigns could conceivably unseat more than a few. But it's either that or death for the party at large; there would be nothing to go home to, after the madness has passed.