The image that comes to mind when Pete Hegseth is mentioned is that of handing the car keys to a 10-year-old. The same goes for RFK, Jr.
But not Russell Vought. Hegseth and Kennedy are seriously unfunny jokes, no doubt destined to do their own damage; Vought—and JD Vance and Stephen Miller—are somehow more scary, conniving players who spend their days plotting and planning and living in their own little worlds, isolated from reality, listening to Peter Thiel and others, spewing vitriolic, Christian Nationalistic paranoid gobbledy-gook, having so much to say about what’s wrong with America and saying it in a way that makes them sound like they know what they’re talking about. Dangerous, scary, apparently angry people.
Hegseth oozes superficiality; RFK, Jr. exudes a patina of expertise and concern which in reality covers a vast body of hair-brained ignorance; Vought, Vance, and Miller, along with a few others, appear to be taking a longer view, dogged in their mission to rewrite American history and replace the constitutional framework with a cold-hearted brand of isolationism and convenient, narrowly-read, oppressive “Christianity”.
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