I see on Right Scoop that Mark Levin, after a predictable delay to figure out how to say this without losing Donnie’s affection, has weighed in on his leash-holder’s decision to abandon America’s Kurdish allies to a massacre and then brag about it on Twitter while complaining about how the Kurds didn’t help the U.S. at Normandy (yes, he really said that). And, predictably, Levin’s position is negative. He thinks this is a mistake, and that America’s global enemies will like Trump’s banter about getting America out of “the endless wars.”
Gee, Mark, you sold your soul for thirty pieces of silver, and the man you sold it to was — and basically screamed from the rooftops that he was — an undeveloped brain stem version of Pat Buchanan and Ron Paul. And so now you see, on one of those rare moments when the fog of cash has lifted from your horizon, that he actually is, as he said he was, an undeveloped brain stem version of Pat Buchanan and Ron Paul.
And this bothers you, does it Mark? You really didn’t imagine he would act like this, did you? You couldn’t see this coming at all, through all the open courting of Vladimir Putin, the abject capitulation to the North Korean punk, the open ridicule and chastising of America’s long-time allies, in slavering deference to the tyrannical enemies of those allies. Suddenly, this little “endless wars” comment has you feeling a bit, shall we say, uncomfortable, does it?
Good. Live with it. You chose this, you fostered it, you sold out your readers and listeners for it, you sacrificed every ounce of credibility you ever had for it — for money and flattery from the undeveloped brain stem version of Pat Buchanan and Ron Paul.
He’s yours, and you can’t give him back, sorry. Call it sell-out’s remorse.