If both are in disarray, then necessarily (D) and (R) are separately in disarray.
If that means (R) are "in disarray" then your subject line makes no sense, because I've necessarily read I don't know many posts saying you're wrong. From day 1 of Trump's term.#2. Meaning, for clarity, in less than the last 9 months. (But let's not limit it to that. Parties in absolute lockstep remind me of 1940s or Soviet-era videos.)
I may be old, but I remember not only the broadcast of Kennedy's caisson (albeit not knowing what was wrong with my family's tv or the neighbor's because, trauma not withstanding over all the tvs in the neighborhood being 'broken', I was all of 4) up to last week.
DU relishes (R) in disarray snf minimizes (D) disarray. FR, if it still exists as more than a ghost, relishes the opposite.
Democracy dies in darkness, a prominent legacy publication touted. But not all darkness is in a given silo. I may vent my late-harvest wheat crop when an early crop millet is dry. Light varies, as does vermin like mice and the use of pesticides.
Democracy dies in siloes. Your silo is dark when light enters another, think metaphor. Your silo is fumigated when another is still untainted, think metaphor.
I teach 11th/12th graders. Most think humility and understanding are for those in the 'short-bus.' Idiots. Imbeciles. "Why?" If only they didn't think of this word as a weapon, they might learn. They don't. So they don't.
I'm effing tired of seeing my students in afterschool D-hall, Sat-school (very much not "Breakfast Club"
or suspended and staring at a desk top and saying how wronged they were. They see nothing beyond their skin because they're no different from those *not* in DH, SSD, ISS. They. Don't. Get. It. They are no different, beyond behavior and sometimes attitude, driving behavior. But those are the criteria, right?
"You don't have to wear your ID." "It's here." Wtfing sh*t. And if you're late?" "I'm in trouble, Now, and when I worked as a t****t, bookkeeper, cook, dishwasher, tutor, and student." (Face that says, "You lyin').) Tells student about AP written up--on campus security check 'intruder' said that students and even some students lacked ID. As he put it, "All staff wear ID, no question." He hedged on student compliance. Then said the state compliance official asked, "Where's yours?" Assist. principal had no answer. Got his from his desk. It was in the state report; said AP was reprimanded for it. Goose, gander. AP was not pleased.
Mentioned a problem student who rebelled in D-hall to a principal. She dealt with the complaint from the students on Wednesday this week, from their personal complaint (nobody pays attention to our Google 'sheet"
. I was evil. Clarifying what I did, what I wrote, what they said, my racism, sexist, sexual predator-ness ... One student--the leader--left mid discussion; it went 'poorly'. Others ... Judgment? I was lax, that was my problem. They. Were. Foolish. No ID? No defense, welcome to penalty. Use of cell phones ... illegal ... welcome to penalty. Refusing to abide by school rules? Oops. Penalties are clear, you incurred him--had lax teacher filed compalints, they'd be worse ... Thank him. Otherwise, "Sorry, sod off." "How dare he not give me 2 hours credit, I was there!" "Yeah, for 36 minutes because he let you stay there longer than he should have." Huff, chest out, "Fuck you, you fat-assed bitch!" Said a girl that met those precise descriptors. The AP is both long-suffering face-to-face and stringent in retrospect. That's her job.