Earlier this week, David French was leaked as Bill Kristol’s handpicked third-party candidate to take on Trump. While Kristol promised a legitimate candidate, it looks as if his man couldn’t even make it through a few days without a major controversy.
While Donald Trump has called on the GOP to become a “worker’s party”— a development Sen. Jeff Sessions called for two years ago, ironically, in the pages of the National Review— French has defended the idea that white working-class communities “deserve to die.”
Specifically, French wrote a piece in support of Kevin D. Williamson, who had said:
The truth about these dysfunctional, downscale communities is that they deserve to die. Economically, they are negative assets. Morally, they are indefensible. Forget all your cheap theatrical Bruce Springsteen crap. Forget your sanctimony about struggling Rust Belt factory towns and your conspiracy theories about the wily Orientals stealing our jobs. Forget your goddamned gypsum, and, if he has a problem with that, forget Ed Burke, too. The white American underclass is in thrall to a vicious, selfish culture whose main products are misery and used heroin needles. Donald Trump’s speeches make them feel good. So does OxyContin. What they need isn’t analgesics, literal or political. They need real opportunity, which means that they need real change, which means that they need U-Haul.
It also appears as if the supposed savior of the #NeverTrump movement isn’t even a #neverTrump-ite himself.
“What do I do? I vote for Donald Trump,” National Review writer French said in an interview on the web show HuffPost Live before the Iowa caucus when asked what he would do if Trump wins the nomination. At the time, National Review was in the headlines for its “Against Trump” issue.
“I’m not one of these Republicans who said, or conservatives who said, well I’m just going to take my ball and go home,” French added.
From the looks of it, David French may be dead-on-arrival should his annoucnement become official. Maybe Kristol better go back to the drawing board before it’s too late.