Victory Remains Fragile

My Fellow Pro-Life Conservatives: Please Stop Drilling Holes in the Life Boat (My Most Controversial Take Yet)

Never-Trumpers Find a Cudgel and Swing Away

I have a shameful confession to make: I want to win in November.

Despite what some may say, I do not want to win because I am in some cult, or brainwashed, or in the thrall of some tyrant. I don’t want to win because Election Night 2016 was a peak experience and I just need another hit.

I don’t want to win because I love Donald Trump so much, or because it would be hilarious to see him saunter back into the White House (it would).

I don’t want to win because of how I enjoy watching the media and liberal in the throes of a thermonuclear meltdown. (But please, God, let me taste this nectar this one more time!)

I mean, I want all these things to happen, but that’s not the main reason.

The reason I want to win—why we must win—is because of what I want later. In five years. Ten years. 100 years. I want to live. I want the country and its citizens (even my haters!) to thrive. I want my children and grandchildren to not be sent to die in a hole in Khar…