Paul Ryan has painted himself into a corner during this campaign. His undeserved reputation for decency and wonkery has been shattered, shattered, shattered. She-doo-be. To support the Insult Comedian, you must be tough, tough, tough…
The best thing I’ve read about Ryan’s problems is by BuzzFeed’s McKay Coppins. Here’s the money quote:
In the four months since he formally endorsed his party’s nominee for president, Ryan — the esteemed speaker of the House, the sterling guardian of conservatism, the intellectual leader of the Republican Party — has been reduced to a miserable Trump flunky sheepishly counting down the hours until the election is over. Each day he spends tethered to the Donald seems to bring some fresh humiliation; each role he inhabits in the entourage proves more undignified than the last. Adviser, apologist, hype man, scold — none brings redemption, or even reprieve. And so he trudges on toward November, a stench of sadness clinging to him as he goes.
Poor baby. I don’t feel sorry for the Zombie Eyed Granny Starver but I’m Coppin to the fact that McKay sure can write. A certain Warren Zevon song comes to mind right now:
Enjoy every sandwich.