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It’s only getting worse, not only for the states, but for those GOP Governors. Florida Governor Ron DeSantis got so rattled that he actually wore a mask in public while explaining just how serious the coronavirus really is, but still insisted that blowing $200 on a ticket, and wandering around wearing mouse ears all day was just the ticket for what ailed you.
Brian Kemp in Georgia is still trying to add 65,000 voters to the 2018 voting rolls so that Stacey Abrams can take over this shit sandwich, and Greg Abbott in Texas spoke at length about how serious the virus surge in Texas has gotten, and how Texans are going to have to start taking some personal responsibility for taking preemptive action to help to stop the spread, And Doug Ducey in Arizona gave a speech in which he stated that this was only the first wave, and not the last one, and that things would get worse before they get better. None of them ordered mandatory mask wear in public, but none of them slammed mask wear either. And DeSantis, Abbott, and Ducey all announced that their re-openings were being stopped in their tracks.
When you look at these guys, they all share a common characteristic. They all have that deer in the headlights look, like “How could this get so far out of control?” Being a Governor under Trump was supposed to be like playing mailbox baseball, even if you got caught, Dad knows the sheriff, so there’s no problem. And suddenly they have another voice in their drunken aria.
For the last 3-4 weeks, while his neighboring red states were suffering the tortures of the damned, Arkansas Governor Asa Hutchinson has been one cocky little son of a bitch. He has gone on show after show, including MSNBC to tout his brilliance as a leader, and how rosy the coronavirus situation in Arkansas was. Plenty of beds and respirators, and well rested doctors and nurses.
Not anymore. Arkansas cases are soaring, and his own state university Medical center models are projecting that Arkansas won’t see it’s peak until late September or early October, at which time their load will be 30X what it is currently, capping out at some 150,000 cases, and they’re already pushing the limits right now. As far as I can tell, Asa Hutchinson has gone into the Witness Protection Program.
And as one would expect, as the numbers get progressively worse, so do Trump’s job approval and reelection numbers. And over the last week or so, I’ve noticed something, especially in the aftermath of the Tulsa and Phoenix rallies. None of these people can seem to remember Trump’s name anymore. In Tulsa, officials, including the Governor spoke about how they wished that The President had decided to reschedule the rally, or go somewhere else. The day after Phoenix, Ducey spoke of being on stage with The President. These guys used to drop his name like a trucker trying to get into Studio 54, and now they can’t even spell it.
Because they want the distance, and calling Trump The President depersonalizes him. But they won’t get it. Ever give a ball of yarn to a cat or kitten? It’s actually kind of cute at first, then the mess gets to be a pain in the ass. But it’s when you realize that the kitten has gotten so entangled with the yarn that you’re gonna need hedge shears to clean up the mess, that’s when you realize you have a problem. And that’s the problem for these GOP Senators and Governors, they’ve rolled around in Trump’s pocket lint for so long that a car wash vacuum won’t get them clean again.
This fascinates me. Because this is one of those rare occasions where life imitates art. In a very real political sense, Donald Trump is now a character from the Harry Potter series, Lord Voldemort, better known as He who shall not be named. They can’t repudiate him and they know it. Not only would his supporters pillory them but their own supporters will snack then down for turning on him after carrying his water for so long. The best they can hope for is distance, and they’re not going to get it at this late stage of the game. Reap what you sow, boys and girls.
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