My heart goes out hard-working, YHWH-fearing, paisley-tied, red-blooded Americans like Dave Brat. Dave valiantly rose above his hardscrabble roots of being born into a middle class family, earning a Ph. D in economics, working as a consultant for the World Bank and serving as chair of Randolph–Macon College’s School of Economics to unseat the RINO Congressman from Virginia Eric Cantor during the Tea Party revolt of 2011.
Brat, along with his T.P. compatriots in the House, fought the good fight against the federal government operating with a functioning budget, people with pre-existing conditions keeping their insurance, women having access to reproductive services, the LGBTQ community being treated like they’re not morally defective and refugees from war-torn countries being given safe harbor.
But now, Brat faces his most dangerous enemy yet: women who don’t agree with him politically.
Representative Dave Brat of Virginia, a Tea Party tough guy, said recently that he’s “getting hammered” by women who want to keep Obamacare. They are getting “in my grill,” he said. “They come up — ‘When’s your next town hall?’ ” … His tormentors responded with plans for a symbolic “grilling” of “Brat-Worst” in front of his office.
One wonders if the hammers these angry women wield are closer to Mjölner or Maker. Either way, it sounds like the poor man is suffering right now. Faced with explosive populist rage, the kind he liked when it helped him and later Donald Trump get elected, Brat acted like a tough guy and
rejected holding town halls until “our first 100 days’ agenda is implemented.” … Republicans are squirming from coast to coast. The biggest draw is the Affordable Care Act, whose supporters are following the Tea Party playbook and storming legislator meetings much as anti-Obamacare protesters did in 2009. It’s a harrowing turn of the screw for legislators who rode that fervor into office.
Please keep Rep. Brat in your thoughts and prayers. He and his allies in Congress have been subjected to a truly harrowing experience.
(Year Zero/Day Twenty-Five)