Jonah Goldberg's case of Trump Derangement Syndrome is getting worse rather than better. He's now policing the boundaries of conservatism. (Who deputized him?) Here's the thing: It doesn't matter whether Donald Trump is a conservative. He's the nominee of the Republican Party and he's the only person standing between Hillary Clinton (not widely regarded as a conservative) and the Oval Office (with Slick Willie in an adjoining room being fellated by White House interns). Nobody needs to make a case for Trump, as Goldberg demands. The case, if one need be made, consists in pointing to Crooked Hillary. Goldberg is positioning himself as the successor to William F. Buckley. This is a joke, because Buckley, in all likelihood, would be supporting Donald Trump as the most conservative candidate still in the race.
Addendum: What really rankles the likes of Goldberg is that they will have no influence in a Trump administration. They will get no cabinet positions, judgeships, or ambassadorships; they will not be hired as aides, pollsters, analysts, staff members, spokespersons, or consultants; they will not be placed on panels and commissions; and, perhaps most importantly, they will not be invited to the White House. They have told Trump in no uncertain terms that they despise him, and they have done everything possible (remember the special issue of National Review entitled "Against Trump"?) to derail his candidacy. Trump has heard these critics loudly and clearly, and we know that he never rewards either opposition or disloyalty. (Nor should he.) How awful it must be to think of oneself as a conservative intellectual, to be in the prime of one's life, to be itching for power, and to have waited eight long years to regain influence on public policy, only to know that one will remain on the outside for at least four and perhaps eight more years. Goldberg has screwed himself, and for what? Stubborn, stupid pride.
