The Post front page shows how the establishment reacts to the loss of one of their own. Congress is in disarray, you guys. House Whip Kevin McCarthy may have to become the Majority Leader next session, and he was only slated to be that once Cantor became Speaker. How will the republic survive? How will an institution full of ambitious pricks, most of whom would stab their own mother in the back to get a chance at moving up, process their grief over the loss of the head prick in charge? I’m sure over the next few days, establishmentarian extrordinare Chris Cillizza will provide us with acres of text examining the stages of loss felt by Cantor’s many friends, if such mythical creatures exist.
But let’s not forget what really died last night. It wasn’t immigration reform, no matter how much the DC media enjoys performing CPR on that corpse. Win or lose, Cantor had been mau-maued out of even pretending that he’d bring that to the floor. And I’m not convinced that Cantor’s constituents are going to see a big difference between him and the laughable, PhD-toting teanderthal who replaced him. After all, earmarks are dead, and Cantor was focused on leadership, not pork. No, what died in Eric’s arms last night wasn’t the hopes of DREAMers or Virginians, it was the notion that the Tea Party was either a passing fad, or something disconnected from the core of the Republican Party. The Republican Party is the Tea Party, and the Tea Party is the Republican Party.
Also, too: Today I learned that “cool” is a synonym for “drunk”.