-- and came home to a farce he'd never been before...
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again.
You might say he found a key for every door.
To understand the arc of Charlie Sykes's career you really don't need to know more than the first 1.3 sentences of his interview in Slate interview:
For more than two decades, Charlie Sykes was one of the leading conservative voices on Wisconsin talk radio. But in 2016...
I don't care about the rest. Because however you slice it, only one of two things can be true.
Either Charlie Sykes built an entire, 23-year media career out of tossing wingnut red meat to racist Republican zombies did not notice they were racist zombies until 2016 when they kicked down his back yard fence and ate his Pekingese.
Or Charlie Sykes built an entire 23-year media career out of tossing red meat to wingnut racist Republican zombies, and knew perfectly well what he was doing. And once the stank from the shitpile he helped to amass became so knock-a-buzzard-off-a-gut-wagon unbreathable that it was fucking up his career, Mr. Sykes slalomed off it and straight into yet another, even bigger media career in which he is invited on teevee programs and into the pages of The New York Times to plead shock, ignorance and outrage at the savagery and paranoia and rage of those racist Republican zombies who he fed so sumptuously for so many years.
So either he is a purblind political imbecile who was incapable of seeing the very reality he was creating as it was staring him in the face decade after decade, or he is calculating sociopath who is willing to extend his media shelf-life by simply ripping off the vocabulary and critiques of the very Liberal he used to mock and demonize.
Either way, no respectable employer in any other profession would touch someone whose entire resumed should read "Spent a quarter of a century proving that I had no idea what the fuck I was talking about and helping to create the biggest political debacle in modern history, so please hire me to talk even more about my political opinions on teevee and in print!"
But there is a Club, kids.
And we are not in it.