Dying ex-GOP senator spent his last days apologizing to Muslims for Donald Trump
Former Republican Sen. Bob Bennett, who died earlier this month, spent his last days apologizing to Muslims for Donald Trump.
In April, Bennett, who represented Utah, suffered a stroke and he revealed that he had also been battling pancreatic cancer for the last year. The stroke paralyzed the left side of his body and the cancer had spread to his stomach and near his liver.
“Are there any Muslims in the hospital?” he asked his wife Joyce and son Jim, both of whom relayed this story to The Daily Beast’s Tim Mak. “I’d love to go up to every single one of them to thank them for being in this country, and apologize to them on behalf of the Republican Party for Donald Trump.”
“He was astonished and aghast that Donald Trump had the staying power that he had… He had absolutely no respect for Donald Trump, and I think got angry and frustrated when it became clear that the party wasn’t going to steer clear of Trumpism,” his son said.
In an interview with the Deseret News, the report noted, Bennett described Muslims as “wonderful.”
“There’s a lot of Muslims here in this area. I’m glad they’re here,” he said.
Bennett died May 4 at 82 years old.
Fascinating that a man born into
would spend his waning hours tongue bathing
Besides his own history in office, Bennett’s father was also a senator, whose stock conservative advocacy for business and “civil-rights” were dutifully borne forward by his son. The junior politician was subsequently voided from the party’s bowels in the tea-party wave of 2010. Of course that movement was widely reported to be nazkkki stained and so was subsequently replaced by the Trumpism that one presumes liberals find far more palatable.
Though the mortally obsequious senator had quite a lineage even beyond politics. One of his grandfathers was Heber J. Grant, the seventh prophet and president of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Now it is no small thing for a boy to sit on his granddad’s lap and enjoy a conduit to God as a result. Those of us with more traditionally prosaic imaginations might think he would exit this life flush with pride in his heritage, or at least his own pedigree within it.
But in the final hours a man strives for harmony with his one true god, and there is little doubt which one the expiring Bennett had in mind. I do hope his morning call-to-prayers didn’t disturb the other patients.
And while the deceased are customarily afforded some measure of temperance, I am inclined to leave that to the people with whom he ultimately made common cause. A terminal Bennett did not link arms with his own people and savage the many who mock and ridicule Mormonism. He did not champion the broader nation or his own successful forefathers who built it into the globe’s single-minded destination. No, he insulted Americans and pledged fealty to their ululating replacements. Fortunately no one has to say, “Go to hell, Bob Bennett.”
What is so myopic about such frenetic foreign signaling–whether from those virile or infirm–is the poor purchasing power with its objects of affection. Bennett will never be a hero to Muslims, as they do not sing praises to dhimmis. Just as Merkel would see her name buried and forgotten under a German caliphate, so to would congregants of the Tabernacle Mosque hold the suckling senator in disdain. His fawning to remain eternally unrequited. And that is very gratifying.
Bob Bennett was on the clock. He devoted what time remained to the aliens in his fathers’ country. Maybe a future Utah vizier will remember that and laugh.