One of the saddest aspects of the last 24 hours has been the fact that pretty everyone knew that all of the fine and flowery talk of Unity and Coming Together --
Trump calls for unity after GOP baseball shooting-- was really just so much Beltway bunkum.
You are witnessing the single greatest WITCH HUNT in American political history - led by some very bad and conflicted people! #MAGA— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) June 15, 2017
Just so much occasion-appropriate ritual moonshine that politicians have trained their mouths to utter:
They made up a phony collusion with the Russians story, found zero proof, so now they go for obstruction of justice on the phony story. Nice— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) June 15, 2017
But for me the most surreal facet so far was seeing Mike Barnicle -- about whom I have written many brutally honest things in the past -- actually fire up his lone, recessive "journalism" gene and ask Republican Senator John Thune how he felt about backing up his fine and flowery talk of Unity and Coming Together with a single, simple act of good faith.
How about letting the Democrats with whom you are now United have a look-see at the health care debacle you and the rest of your Republican pals are cooking up in secret?
Oh hell no, but we have some empty bipartisan consolation prizes that we'd be delighted to let Democrats play with. (h/t Susie Madrak at Crooks & Liars)
As to the rest of Morning Joe, let's just say that if it were possible to convert sanctimony and hypocrisy into electricity, today Squint and the Meat Puppet and all their little friends could have single-handedly powered the entire Eastern Seaboard.
You see, understanding what is broken in our country it actually very simple.
To win elections, Republicans built themselves a Pretty Hate Machine which in now running completely out of control and which they are incapable of shutting off. And for ratings and money, the Beltway media that enables the Republicans' Pretty Hate Machine have sealed themselves inside an "Always Blame Both Sides For Everything" panic room which they obdurately refuse to leave no matter what.
And until at least one of these two engines of ruin is smashed beyond repair, no matter how many times we pause for a few moments after a bloody tragedy to sing "Silent Night" at each other across No-Man's Land, there can be no peace between us.