Musings on McKoon’s Trump Endorsement

Well, friends, it looks like Georgia politics has once again proven itself to be the greatest show south of the Mason-Dixon. If you ain’t been watchin’, you’ve missed a doozy. Our very own Georgia Republican Party chairman, Josh McKoon, just got himself a big ol’ bear hug of an endorsement from none other than Donald J. Trump.

Now, let me stop right here and say: if you’re David Cross, bless your heart. I imagine when that endorsement dropped, poor David took to his faintin’ couch like a Southern belle in July heat, clutchin’ his pearls and cryin’ into a MAGA pillow embroidered with “Stop the Steal.”

See, Cross has been runnin’ a one-man crusade against McKoon for a while now. It’s been louder than a preacher’s wife at a church bake sale. Ever since McKoon showed Brian Pritchard—the party’s resident election-fraud enthusiast—the door, Cross has been hollerin’ foul like a rooster at sunrise. For those of y’all who missed it, a judge ruled Pritchard voted illegally, and McKoon did what any halfway sane chairman would do: he booted the man clean out of the party.

But to Cross, that wasn’t housecleanin’. That was betrayal. And he’s been campaignin’ against McKoon like Sherman marchin’ through Georgia ever since, brandin’ McKoon a traitor to the cause of “voter integrity”—which in their crowd seems to mean “keep yellin’ fraud until you find some.”

And here’s where the comedy writes itself: Cross built his whole challenge to McKoon on the idea that he, David Cross, was the real pro-Trump candidate. The man’s been ridin’ the Trump train so hard I’m surprised he ain’t wearin’ a conductor’s hat. But then Trump went and endorsed McKoon—publicly, loudly, with all the exclamation points you’d expect—and left Cross standin’ on the platform like a boy who missed the bus.

I don’t know what David Cross did after seein’ that post, but I hope someone took the sharp objects out of his house. If I had to guess, he’s currently somewhere online, shoutin’ into the void about deep state RINOs, stolen endorsements, and how Trump was probably misled by globalist operatives in the Georgia GOP.

And y’all, this is where it gets rich: the very movement Cross has hitched his wagon to, the whole post-2020 “the election was stolen” circus, is eatin’ itself alive. It’s like watchin’ a snake try to swallow its own tail, and bless ’em, they don’t even realize it.

McKoon, for his part, is sittin’ pretty. Trump’s endorsement is gonna shore him up with the grassroots, even the ones who still think Hugo Chavez hacked the voting machines from the grave. And with Cross’s campaign based entirely on the idea that he was the Trumpier choice, well… that rug just got yanked faster than a tablecloth at a Waffle House magic show.

I reckon this race is about over before it started. But that won’t stop the drama. Lord, no. Georgia Republican politics is like professional wrestling: there’s always another chair shot, another plot twist, another villain lurkin’ backstage.

Meanwhile, the rest of us just want the roads paved, the schools funded, and somebody to fix the dang pothole on Peachtree Industrial.

Pass the peanuts and Cracker Jack, folks. This show’s far from over.