From Esquire, by Charles P. Pierce:
It is now a well-told tale of how Vance once proudly stood up as a “Never Trumper,” and that he once allegedly referred to El Caudillo del Mar-a-Lago as “America’s Hitler,” only to go full, groveling MAGA to beat Mandel, who was bowing as fast as he could. It turns out that wasn’t fast enough, since Vance picked up a little more speed when he jettisoned the vestigial deadweight of his conscience. Vance, who sold out his family for his spurious—and vastly overrated—Hillbilly Elegy, found it no problem at all to sell himself out once the chicken-greased endorsement arrived from Florida. He began yammering about “critical race theory” and “grooming,” and all the other artificial stimulants the base is guzzling this time around.
And this wasn’t a recent development. Vance was doing this high-stakes cosplay as long ago as last June, when he suddenly discovered the threat that the rights of trans people presented to the rest of us. By election day, he was fluently parroting the worst of the worst, denigrating the resistance in Ukraine and doing so by linking it by hop-skip-and-bullshit to immigration. He managed this feat of intellectual engineering through the use of the Great Replacement Theory, so beloved by the thugs who ganged up in Charlottesville in 2017. In an ad, Vance accused the administration of allowing “illegal drugs and Democrat voters” to flood into the country. Later, Vance accused the administration of ginning up the opiate crisis to kill off Republican voters, saying:
If you wanted to kill a bunch of MAGA voters in the middle of the heartland, how better to target them and their kids with this fentanyl? … It does look intentional. It’s like Biden wants to punish people who didn’t vote for him.
This is pure, rancid sewage, and Vance knows it is. He simply doesn’t care. He’ll spoon it out by the bucketful to the Republican base and then, when they’re all sated and passed out, he’ll laugh up his sleeve at them the way he laughed at his relatives as he skipped off to the bank. There is nothing he won’t sell off, cheaply, including himself. That’s how you win elections. That’s how a country finds itself governed by cosseted charlatans. I’m no big Tim Ryan fan, but at least I’m confident that he actually believes what he believes, and that he is not a creature come slouching out of vulture capitalism, slouching toward Washington to be born, and born again, and born again, if it happens to be expedient.