Burning the Lifeboat to Boo the Captain

There is a species of American political actor who would oppose penicillin if Trump handed out the prescription.

That is not principle. That is not vigilance. That is not democracy heroically clearing its throat. That is a reflex. A tic. A spiritual hair trigger in a blazer. The policy itself barely matters anymore. The question is not whether a move protects the country, strengthens deterrence, pressures an adversary, or serves a rational national interest. The question is whether Trump touched it. If he did, a certain class of professional hysteric starts foaming like a cappuccino machine at MSNBC brunch. Facts are then brought in later as decorative garnish.

The numbers are humiliating. Gallup found that across 30 measures of national conditions, Democrats averaged just 27% positive ratings under Trump’s second term, while Republicans averaged 35% positive during Biden’s presidency and 54% so far under Trump’s second term. Translation: vast swaths of the public are not reacting to conditions so much as reacting to whose portrait is hanging over the federal copier. The national mood now changes parties faster than a donor at a Hamptons fundraiser. Apparently, the sunrise itself is fascist or healing depending on who took the oath in January.

And because every ridiculous age deserves its own ridiculous priesthood, in shuffle the media clergy, solemnly informing us that this time the panic is definitely artisanal and ethically sourced. Gallup reported in October 2025 that trust in the media fell to 28%, the first time below 30% in the history of the measure. Republican trust sank to 8%. Democrats, once the media’s most reliable fan club, were down to 51%, matching a prior low. So even the home crowd is starting to notice that the orchestra pit is full of activists playing “objectivity” on kazoos. Americans don’t trust the referees because the referees keep pulling off the striped shirt to reveal a campaign T-shirt underneath.

The real farce is that the substance often survives the costume change. When Trump talks tariffs on China, polite society clutches its pearls so hard you can hear the necklace snap across three zip codes. Yet in 2024 Biden directed increases in Section 301 tariffs on $18 billion of Chinese imports, including raising the tariff on electric vehicles from 25% to 100%. Same skeleton, different lipstick. Suddenly protectionism became “strategic industrial policy,” which is Washington’s favorite way of saying, “It was grotesque when that man did it, but now it’s being served on white plates.” Same with NATO burden sharing. Trump’s style was often vulgar, self-flattering, and subtle in the way a leaf blower is subtle. Fine. Criticize the performance. But NATO’s 2025 annual report says all allies met or exceeded the 2% defense spending target, up from a measly handful in 2014. So the core complaint was not exactly the rantings of a man arguing with a gold-plated toaster.

Then there is foreign policy, where the same people who can’t balance their checking account suddenly become moral philosophers of deterrence after three podcasts and a panic rash. Reuters and Ipsos found on March 1, 2026 that Americans disapproved of U.S. strikes on Iran by 43% to 27%, but the real story was the partisan split. Nearly three quarters of Democrats disapproved, while a majority of Republicans approved. On whether Trump’s willingness to use military force strengthens or weakens America’s position in the world, the country split 48% to 48%. Not “carefully debated and then divided.” Just split. Perfectly, almost comically split. Half the country now waits to be told what to think by whichever tribe already hates the face on the television. We have become a nation of mood-swinging courtiers pretending this is analysis.

Here is the really sick part. This reflexive opposition is not merely annoying. It is useful to enemies. Any foreign adversary with a map and a pulse can see the game. They do not need to outfight the United States. They do not even need to outnegotiate it. They simply need to outlast America’s domestic performance artists, because there is always a faction here willing to confuse sabotage with sophistication. If Trump pressures an enemy, they shriek about recklessness. If he delays, they squeal about weakness. If he negotiates, it is appeasement. If he refuses to negotiate, it is madness. He could cure dandruff and they’d warn of authoritarian scalp expansion.

And the tragedy is that the public, when briefly unsupervised by the carnival barkers, is actually more sane than the institutions speaking in its name. Gallup and Kettering found eight in ten Americans endorse compromise, and 83% reject political violence. So the country itself still contains a buried adult somewhere under the screaming upholstery. It is our incentive structure that is insane. Politicians get money from apocalypse. Media outfits get clicks from convulsions. Think tank peacocks get airtime by translating party hatred into consultant Latin. Nobody gets rewarded for saying the forbidden sentence: “I can’t stand the man, but on this point I need to examine the facts before I start hyperventilating into a tote bag.”

The fix is not mysterious. Apply the same standard to the same action no matter who does it. Demand an alternative, not just a tantrum. If you oppose pressure, what replaces it? If you oppose tariffs, what protects domestic capacity? If you oppose force, what deterrent remains besides interpretive dance and a strongly worded PDF? And media organizations should stop slipping activism into reporting like cheap vodka into a church punch bowl. Label opinion honestly. Report facts cleanly. Quit hiring pyromaniacs to cover arson.

Trump is not beyond criticism. God knows he has the impulse control of a slot machine in a lightning storm. But a country cannot function if one side is trying to govern and the other is trying to make gravity look partisan. At some point you are no longer checking power. You are kneecapping the republic because you cannot bear the thought that a man you despise might occasionally be right about something more consequential than a golf handicap.

And that is how decadent nations get stupid enough to set the lifeboat on fire just to make sure the captain doesn’t get credit for rowing.

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Tammy Pondsmith is Senior Vice President for Applied Contempt at the Center for National Adult Supervision, where she studies how credentialed people can turn a functioning country into a grievance aquarium and still expense lunch.

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