The system is rigged and the polls are phony.
As E-Day draws nigh, Donald Trump and his spokesvolken have contrived every possible excuse for the Republican candidate’s likely defeat. Unless, of course, lying has caught on “big league” and voters have followed their leaders’ cue and given pollsters incorrect answers.
Multiple poll results released in the final days, most of which indicate a consistent trend of Hillary Clinton winning, are suddenly suspect, in Trump’s mind. Obviously, everyone has a favorite polling group, usually corresponding to one’s preference at the top. But enough reputable polls show similar results to lend heft to mere probability.
Even so, it ain’t over till it is, one is wise to say.
Trump may be spinning polls for other reasons, too. Knowing how malleable people can be, he may hope to shift perceptions lest potential supporters be swayed by polls tilting Clinton-ward. If Trump hates losers, his comrades in arms (and that’s no joke) probably do, too.
Perhaps the strongest indicator that Trump will lose is his own premature distribution of blame. As far as he is concerned, defeat couldn’t be his fault.
The obvious truth is that Trump never should have been the Republican nominee, as even Trump probably would admit. When he descended the escalator to announce his candidacy, he was at just 1 percent – a barely perceptible speck on the continuum of Republican candidates.
He was ignored – or at least not taken seriously – by nearly everyone for good reason. And when he started spouting hot rhetoric, few in in the GOP leadership worried much since he’d surely be moving along any day.
This was not to be, in part because, as Trump commented laughing to a friend, who told me: “I had no idea it would be so easy.”
Translation: Once he realized he was dealing with a bunch of suckers, he continued to play them. What fun – and, voila.
The suckers of whom he was speaking are the party leadership, specifically: Republican National Committee Chairman Reince Priebus and RNC communications director Sean Spicer. If these names don’t ring a bell, congratulations, you don’t watch TV.
Priebus, when not jetting around with Trump on his gold-plated private plane, and Spicer are on one talk show or another nearly every time you look at a cable news screen. They’ve worn more makeup the past year than most women do in a lifetime.
“They’re having the time of their lives,” as one tenured-Washington Republican put it.
They’re the elephants in the Green Room, in other words. Everyone sees them clearly but manages to avoid speaking openly of the obvious – that Priebus has presided over the ruin of the Republican Party.
Why isn’t he being held accountable? Why isn’t he being called to the mat for allowing Trump’s rise, which might not have been possible had the party chair done his job?
Why was everyone willing to stand by and watch this reality-TV character take charge?
“Because Priebus is their boy,” a disgruntled top Republican told me. “He’s given them what they wanted. He’s kept the money flowing.”
Where the money flows, the love goes. In politics, it seems, principle really means principal.
The RNC gang sold out. When Trump launched his campaign by ranting about undocumented Mexicans as murderers and rapists, the party leadership should have shouted him down. Priebus should have summoned Trump to Washington and explained how things were going to go.
He might have handed Trump the GOP’s autopsy report from the 2012 election and referred him to the “Hispanics” section of the chapter on cultivating “Demographic Partners,” saying: This is what you’re going to do from now on.
Would Trump have agreed? Probably not. But then Priebus should have said: Well, then, I'll have to break you down during the primaries. At every opportunity, Priebus should have made the case that Trump, who eventually alienated not just Hispanics but also African-Americans and women, doesn’t represent the Republican Party.
Instead, Priebus and others feared a base that hadn’t formed around Trump yet and, by their inaction, contributed to Trump’s success.
By letting Trump rise to the top, as oil slicks tend to, Priebus has left the party in such a gelatinous mess, Republicans will need a hazmat team to clean it up. And for this, he’d like to serve a third term?
Once you’ve seen the lights, smelled the greasepaint and been the celebrity’s apprentice, it must be hard to go back to Jersey.
Kathleen Parker is a Pulitzer Prize winning columnist for The Washington Post. Reach her by email at email@example.com.