Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell. Credit: Alex Wong/Getty

Over the past six or seven years, I’ve had one line of Elvis Costello’s that keeps banging around in my head. It was there as I sat through the amazing confirmation hearings of the collection of unemployables that the previous president* installed in his Cabinet. It was there during the hearing on Neil Gorsuch’s nomination to the Supreme Court. It sounded like the genuine trumpet of doom during Brett Kavanaugh’s extended manic episode before the Senate Judiciary Committee. And it was back this week as I watched the rancid flotsam of the Republican senatorial caucus treat Judge Ketanji Brown Jackson as though she’d been caught stealing silverware from the Harvard Club. And this is what I’ve kept hearing through most of this wretched decade.

I used to be disgusted, but now I try to be amused.

I try, but I can’t do it. I can’t look at what’s going on and find any of it clever or funny. I can’t use, “but it works” as an excuse for dangerous political foolishness […]

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