In 1964, writer Hunter S. Thompson had just finished a book based on a year spent immersed in the world of the Oakland chapter of the Hell's Angels. Though he was not really one of their kind, they accepted his presence and for a time he was part of their world. He experienced the comradery of those on the fringe, and witnessed the violence and depravity they were capable of, but considered himself safe from it. That Labor Day weekend he rejoined them for a beach party near Mendocino that ended with him beaten nearly to death. For a few hours this afternoon, as Trump's rally-goers heeded his incitement to "fight like hell" at the US Capitol, I thought maybe he was going to recognize what a dangerous gang he's been riding with. Alas, though he exhorted his insurgents to walk down Pennsylvania Ave saying he'd be with them, he actually went to hide in the White House and lead his troops from the tweetboard.
Even if Trump didn't get it, others certainly did. Donald Jr. sounded near panic trying to dissuade the violent crowd at the Capitol. Republicans who only a few minutes earlier had been arguing to overturn Trump's election loss were on the phone begging him to end the seige. Ted Cruz, Trump's faithful henchman in the Senate, pleaded over Twitter for the rioters to "stop NOW."
Did these Republicans think they could ride along with the MAGA gang and be safe? Did they think that the likes of the Proud Boys, Oath Keepers, and assorted white nationalist thugs were going to take orders from a bunch of suits when fists were flying and tear gas was in the air? Maybe they did. As four o'clock rolled around and Trump tweeted out a conciliatory video telling the rioters he loved them, I realized that Trump was not the Hunter Thompson of this story, but the Sonny Barger, a founding member of the Hell’s Angels. Unapologetic, unrepentant, a creature of his element. Today was not Mendocino Beach in 1964, but Altamont in 1969, and some parts of the Republican Party are realizing that they, like the Rolling Stones, have made a contract with a gang that they cannot control.
The line has been crossed, and if the party won't cast out the thugs, then it is a party of thugs, and true patriots must forge a new party. The principles are what matter, not the party name. —Mike A., Maryland
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