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As Dems conduct crazy train, many Republicans shovel coal into the firebox.
At a dinner party a couple of weeks ago, a beautiful woman sitting across the table boasted that someone in her intimate social circle was a whistle-blower against Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton. As I heard her say this, the opening riff of Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train” started playing in my mind, and I thought of lead guitarist Randy Rhoads dying in a plane crash while doing touch-and-go landings off the roof of the band’s tour bus going down the freeway.
“Ken Paxton is one of the only guys around who is trying to stop or at least slow down this crazy train,” I remarked, surprised by my own vehemence.
While we often complain about Democrats having lost their minds, we ignore the conspicuous fact that many (though not all) Republicans do little to oppose their madness and often seem to play along with it.
The Compassion Behavior Health website defines an enabler as the following:
An enabler is someone who helps a person suffering from substance abuse issues continue to use drugs and alcohol. They may provide the person with money, housing, or transportation, and make it possible for them to keep using.
A seductive enabler was featured in the 1989 film Drugstore Cowboy, played by Kelly Lynch. Note the body language displayed in the film’s promotional poster, in which a charming girl with a beautiful smile embraces and protects the pathetic weirdo user.
This strikes me as analogous to many Republicans who don’t ever seem to oppose the general lack of prudence and discipline that we see in public affairs. On the contrary, many Republicans either endorse or play along with the “Holy Quadripartitus of Piffle” that I wrote about a few days ago.
I’m even beginning to wonder if many Republicans are now in the business of merely pretending to oppose Democratic Party craziness so that the citizenry will be lulled into thinking that someone in Washington is looking out for them. Meanwhile, both parties go along with running $1.5 trillion budget deficits to fund an increasingly dysfunctional country, and guys like Ken Paxton—who do try to oppose the madness—are forced to undergo an impeachment trial.
Privileged ladies like the one I encountered at the dinner party remind me of Louis Philippe II, Duke of Orléans, who voted in favor of executing Louis XVI in the French National Convention. Upon hearing this, the King said (with elegant understatement), “It really pains me to see that Monsieur d'Orléans, my kinsman, voted for my death.”
Just four months after Louis XVI was guillotined, Louis Philippe II mounted the scaffold and met the same fate.
CORRECTION: A reader just pointed out that my account of Randy Rhoads’s fatal plane crash was erroneous, and he urged me to acquaint myself with the facts of the disaster (as distinct from legend I’d heard when I was a teenager). In fact, it was pilot pilot Andrew Aycock who crashed the plane while buzzing the tourbus. Randy was a passenger.