The craziest faction of the party is rapidly gaining control. What's poor Mitch McConnell to do?
As August became September, and as the 2022 midterm elections gradually got close enough for everyone to get a clear look at them, Senate minority leader Mitch McConnell had a very bad week at work. For months there had seemed a decent chance that, come January, he would transform into the majority leader again. Then suddenly, all hell broke loose around him. He was caught up in feuds with Senator Rick Scott, who was the head of the National Republican Senatorial Committee, and with Peter Thiel, the fabulously wealthy cyber-millenarian who has grand dreams of turning the United States into a techno-oligarchy once we all give up that self-government business. In both cases, McConnell was the voice of reason. That was enough to stir up the extremists. |
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On a warm summer night, in our final meal together before he withered away into someone else, my father and I went for pie. It was late July 2015, and he was visiting me in Los Angeles. Over a week, I had ferried him to a legendary deli on Fairfax, a pancake temple in Hollywood, and a chic outdoor dinner in Malibu. He appreciated my efforts, but on our last evening before he flew home, I acquiesced to his favorite genre, so we visited Pie Hole, a hip dessert spot in L.A.'s Downtown Arts District. As we stood before the clear display case, a glistening array of artisan options tempted us: Mexican Chocolate Pie, Bananas Foster Pie, Earl Grey Pie, Maple Custard Pie, plus Chai Cheesecake. I'd watched many salivating customers deliberate for long minutes before this very case, but Dad reached a verdict almost immediately: "I'll have Apple Pie." He commanded a scoop of vanilla ice cream and a root beer, completing the all-American order. We took a small table outside. |
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JFK praised him. David Halberstam scorned him. The CIA consumed him. Even now, old Cold Warriors shake their heads and say, God, that man was a believer. To know his story is to know something profound about this country. It is the story of the American century. |
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