The race for the Republican presidential nomination couldn’t possibly get any more bizarre, appalling, puerile, embarrassing, self-destructive or – Hold on, this just in: It did.
When have we ever seen such a shameful spectacle?
I suppose we have to begin with Donald Trump’s slowness in rejecting praise from former Ku Klux Klan grand wizard David Duke, who announced he will vote for Trump in a rambling, hate-filled Facebook post on Friday.
Trump finally disavowed Duke late Sunday, but only after a day of hemming and hawing. He later claimed that he hadn’t understood the original question, blaming CNN for providing him with an allegedly faulty earpiece.
In the meantime, his opponents made clear that they wanted to have nothing to do with white supremacists. This drew attention to the fact that white-power and other nativist groups see Trump as a champion – though some wish he were not so supportive of Israel.
That was the most substantive exchange among the candidates since last Thursday’s debate, when Marco Rubio and Ted Cruz ganged up on Trump in a palpably desperate attempt to keep him from running the table in the Super Tuesday primaries.
Cruz continued to argue that Trump is not an authentic conservative. I’m not sure about the effectiveness of this line of attack. It should be clear by now that Trump is offering himself as a strongman who transcends ideology. Perhaps what Cruz was really trying to do was shore up his own support in his home state of Texas, where losing could well be fatal to his campaign.
Rubio, on the other hand, frantically tried to out-Trump Trump. The barrage of carefully prepared one-liners began at the debate, when Rubio said that if Trump hadn’t inherited a fortune from his father, today he’d be “selling watches in Manhattan.”
Rubio accused Trump of lying, of having no health care policy, of running a “fake school” that cheated students out of thousands of dollars (the defunct “Trump University”) – and on and on.
Afterward, Rubio went into “yo'-momma” mode.
At a rally, Rubio described Trump backstage at the debate: “First, he had this little makeup thing, applying, like, makeup around his mustache, because he had one of those sweat mustaches. Then, then, he asked for a full-length mirror. I don’t know why, because the podium goes up to here. … Maybe to make sure his pants weren’t wet, I don’t know.”
Since then, Rubio ventured that “some would say” Trump is a “lunatic” much like North Korean leader Kim Jong Un and said Trump has “the worst spray-tan in America” and “should sue whoever did that to his face.”
Trump, of course, responded in kind. This is what the Party of Lincoln has been reduced to.
Rubio finished the weekend with this, which sounded like … well, you decide: “He’s like six-two, which is why I don’t understand why his hands are the size of someone who’s five-two. Have you seen his hands? They’re like this. And you know what they say about men with small hands.” Pause for effect. “You can’t trust them.”
Rubio managed to lower himself, and the debate, beneath even Trump’s level. But I’m not sure there was much of a choice. Trump is threatening to lock up the nomination before Rubio even notches his first primary win.
While Rubio was taunting, Trump was racking up bombshell endorsements – most notably from ex-candidate Chris Christie.
This whole campaign has become a reality-television show. The problem is that it’s on every single channel.