We are having extreme difficulty with local gangs of “Survivalists.” Fortunately, these infestations of egotists are mostly too paranoid to band toge… - David Brin

Comment se fait-il, même, qu’il y ait eu des gens pour y croire ? Gordon haussa les épaules. — Ça s’appelait la technique du « gros mensonge », Johnny. Il suffit de donner l’impression qu’on sait de quoi on parle… de se contenter de citer des faits. Et puis de parler très vite. Tu entrelardes tes bobards de sorte qu’ils aient l’air de révéler l’existence d’un complot et tu martèles ça sur tous les tons. Ceux qui cherchent un prétexte, pour haïr ou pour mépriser – ceux qui ont un ego boursouflé, mais faible au fond –, s’empressent d’adopter ces explications toutes faites. Il ne leur vient pas à l’idée de soumettre la théorie à l’épreuve des faits. Hitler faisait ça très bien. Le Mystique de Leningrad aussi. Holn n’a été que leur brillant successeur dans l’art du « gros mensonge ».

I've long felt that the best minds of the right had useful things to contribute to a national conversation — even if their overall habit of resistance to change proved wrongheaded, more often than right. At least, some of them had the beneficial knack of targeting and criticizing the worst liberal mistakes, and often forcing needful re-drafting. That is, some did, way back in when decent republicans and democrats shared one aim — to negotiate better solutions for the republic. Alas, today's Republican Establishment seems not only incapable but uninterested in negotiation or deliberation. It isn't just the dogmatism, or lockstep partisanship, or Koolaid fantasies spun-up by the Murdoch-Limbaugh hate machine. Heck, even though "culture war" is verifiably the worst direct treason against the United States of America since Fort Sumter, that isn't what boggles most. It's the stupidity. The vast and nearly uniform dumbitudinousness of ignoring what has happened to conservatism, a transformation of nearly all of the salient traits of Barry Goldwater from:

They saw the end coming, he thought, looking down the file of awful figures. But they were dead wrong about the reasons why. They assumed only gods had the power to wreak such havoc on their world, but people caused the devastation here.
Alex felt compassion for the ancient Pasquans—but a superior sort nevertheless. In blaming gods, they had conveniently diverted censure from the real culprit. The designer of weapons. The feller of trees. The destroyer. Man himself.