‘Moron’ he may be, but party a party to his sin

Tillerson had that meeting in July.

To the contrary, his defectiveness was obvious the moment he rode that golden escalator down to the microphone and pronounced Mexican immigrants rapists.

It went from obvious to glaring over the course of the most bizarre political campaign in history, a filthy slog through menstruation jokes, penis size bragging, sexual assault boasting, calls for violence, 24/7 lies and breathtaking ignorance about well ... pretty much everything.

Yet none of that stopped Tillerson from agreeing to be his secretary of state or Corker, during the campaign, from proffering his support.

None of it has since stopped their party from insisting, with straight faces and admirable imitations of sincerity, that Trump knows what he’s doing, has it all under control.

None of it has stopped them from rationalizing and excusing his awfulness.

Nine months in, we live in a state of enveloping chaos — nuclear tensions on the rise; social tensions tearing at the thin fabric of national unity; Puerto Rico drowned, in the dark, and ignored; American kids facing mass deportation, and all of it presided over by a Twitter-holic ignoramus who has more beefs than a cattle rancher.

This is not a presidency — it is a national emergency.

So one cannot help but be angry at this revelation removing all doubt — not that there was much left — that Republicans do, indeed, know how bad their guy is, how dangerous he is.

They know, they’ve always known, but they went along with it, prioritizing their party over our country — an act of craven partisanship that would have been foreign to the brave and principled Republicans who stopped Richard Nixon in 1974.

Until and unless it evolves that sort of moral backbone, that sort of patriotism, the GOP’s tardy willingness to “kinda, sorta” admit the obvious is just so much useless, self-serving noise.

Donald Trump is a lousy excuse for a president?

Gee, tell me something I don’t know.