Why "Weird"?

Why "weird"? I mean it seems almost innocuous, like you were describing matching lime green shirt and pants, or the fact that your brother in law is 6 foot 3 while his parents are 5 foot 6 and 5 foot 4. Something odd, but not something that has any measurable impact on your existence.

And that, I think, is exactly the point. After years of describing the Republican party in exclamation points, of treating them as if they have infected every pore of our collective being and consumed our every waking thought, as if they were (as they are) an overwhelming  menace to the well being of democracy, they are now being defined as something far less horrifying and concerning. And that must irk and ibble them, confound and confuse them, torture and traumatize them.

For you see, they relish being the monster, thrive on getting under the Democratic skin. Their mother's milk is a Democrat's scream at their latest attempt at a vicious, baseless attack. And if we instead find their words not terrifying, if we find that behind the curtain the wizard is nothing but a scared little man, if the Republicans don't even merit a defining term that evokes much more than a shrug of the shoulders, then they will return our dismissal of them with apoplexy.

So we owe Mr. Walz thanks for bringing into the lexicon of our political discourse a word that, in an instant, turns the big bad wolf into a mere huffer and puffer who not only can't blow our house down or intimidate us anymore, but is best known only for having exceedingly bad breath.