The last refuge of the Party of Jefferson Davis dead-enders is to act as as though Trump The Racist was somehow just part of a carefully laid, rope-a-dope strategy that Trump worked out in advance with the leading lights of the GOP. Like Mikey telling Rocky to switch back Southpaw in the 15th round:
See, the modern GOP has always run elections with a two-step strategy: racist-tainted red meat to whip up the meatheads (See: "St. Ronald Reagan's visit to beautiful downtown Philadelphia, Mississippi." See also: "Willie Horton") for the primaries and then rely on the compliant Beltway media to bulldoze it all down the Memory Hole once the general election begins.
Except while everyone inside the Beltway knows perfectly well how it's done, this tired little gavotte only works when executed quietly, with a wink and a nod. The protocols and niceties must be obeyed and I am not a courtesan! And last time out of the gate, one of the screw ups that doomed the Romney campaign was the arrogance of his senior campaign adviser blurting out the details of their quadrennial scam to John Fugelsang on camera:
But this time it's oh so much worse.
This time the GOP hasn't nominated some pre-programmed plutocrat module who agreed to play dress-up wingnut populist during the primaries in order to keep the meatheads fired up. This time the GOP has nominated a real-live, ignorant, thin-skinned, conspiracy-mongering racist lout who does not know that racism is supposed to be just another tactic which you shut down once you have the Pig People in your back pocket.
This time they have nominated a gen-u-wine, George Bernard Shaw barbarian:
[H]e is a barbarian, and thinks that the customs of his tribe and island are the laws of nature.
An actual Crazy Uncle Liberty. And since Crazy Uncle Liberty does not know or care about shutting the fuck up and playing their game (after all, he won damn it), the GOP Brain Caste is reduced to trying to publicly housebreak the raving asshole who now leads their party, which means there is no time for winks or nods anymore.
Now they're running around, hair on fire, shrieking into any microphone they can find to "Pivot! Pivot! Oh for fuck's sake and the love of Conservative Jebus, would you please pivot so we can get back to yapping about about Bengahaaazi and how Liberals are the real bigots!"
And as a measure of just how much further the Party of Jefferson Davis has sunk in just the last four years, compared the flagrancy with which members of the Conservative Brain Caste are currently begging someone -- anyone! -- to hand them the tiniest fig-leaf so they can cover up their Mad Emperor's naked racism, Eric Fehrnstrom's blabbing about Etch-a-Sketches now looks like a model of 12 dimensional finesse and discretion.