If you want to find the heart of the Trump resistance movement, don’t look on the streets — look in a coffee shop. On more than one occasion, I’ve seen Washington Post opinion writer and former Bush policy adviser Michael Gerson at a little wooden Starbucks table squinting at his laptop through his smart glasses, deep in thought. I don’t know what he’s drinking, but I hope more will have what he’s having. He’s been an inselberg rising above the flat-line of Republican timidity since Trump’s election. If you haven’t read his pièces de résistance, I encourage you to do so. No one has written more eloquently or passionately about why conservatives must oppose what Trumpism has brought forth:
The conservative mind, in some very visible cases, has become diseased. The movement has been seized by a kind of discrediting madness, in which conspiracy delusions figure prominently. Institutions and individuals that once served an important ideological role, providing a balance to media bias, are discrediting themselves in crucial ways. With the blessings of a president, they have abandoned the normal constraints of reason and compassion. They have allowed political polarization to reach their hearts, and harden them. They have allowed polarization to dominate their minds, and empty them.
Another thoughtful conservative, George Will, who last summer changed his party registration from Republican to unaffiliated, has also wielded the mighty pen of resistance, yesterday denouncing the vulgarians who have taken over the conservative movement:
Today, conservatism is soiled by scowling primitives whose irritable gestures lack mental ingredients.
Was he fueled by caffeine when he wrote of an invasion of scowling primitive vulgarians lacking mental capability scrambling atop the ruins of a party? I am imagining he was, as I think back to a few summers ago when I saw him at the Java Java near Kiawah Island, South Carolina, a place we both vacation. I see him again at a sunny table at the Java Java — amid the glass displays of pastries and the smell of suntan oil and roasting coffee — fashioning a description of Trump supporters much worse than Hillary Clinton ever did.
It is obvious that dissent bothers President Trump, but instead of attacking the media or protest marchers, perhaps he should consider banning coffee shops because it is clear that resistance these days comes not with a sword, but with a latte.
Make mine a Venti.