Three paragraphs by way of a Christmas post

I think the world of Gordon Ramsay, really I do, and his unimprovable Ultimate Christmas specials from 2010 would be worthwhile if only for the music soundtrack to the more traditional half of the set, but it must be said, Ramsay's Christmas shows may be the most unwittingly amusing cookery television since Julia Child. Ramsay's thesis in Ultimate Christmas is that these dishes of his are "achievable, affordable, and won't leave you stressed", they don't "cost the earth or take forever", and I suppose that's perfectly and precisely true, for a Michelin-five-star millionaire chef with yes-sir accounts at Fortnum & Mason and Harrods.

Ramsay's dishes are cartoons of overwrought, exotic, Bacchanalian show-food. Never mind the set-piece main course on what is meant to be his more conventional menu (the stuffing incorporates a "merguez" sausage, from North Africa), for breakfast Ramsay fixes pan-seared day-old loaf-sized croissants with shaved smoked salmon and runny, cream-and-chives scrambled eggs. Then for sweets he fixes scratch mint-chocolate truffles, with a small herb-garden's yield of fresh mint, bitter chocolate and half a jar of insect-labor honey to offset the bitter chocolate, and cream and double-cream. It's all in a day's work for Chef Ramsay, but the runny eggs and the ganache for the truffles both demand to-the-degree-and-to-the-second heating which any average or below-average chef could be counted on to botch comprehensively.

Even the cream for Ramsay's Christmas pudding calls for whiskey and Irish cream too: I appreciate that 99% of the British Isles are clinical alcoholics from their teens, but surely it's not an ordinary British household that stocks whiskey and Irish cream both on any given day.

Hawking toys on December the 26th

I write this without expectation that it'll be heeded; that it must be argued at all, and has not been enacted in the regulatory regime long since, is reason enough to despair, but here goes nothing. It happens that the rarefied corner of the world I was born into is the heart of "District 34", a fishery zone delineated in the North Atlantic off southwestern Nova Scotia which may be proportionally the most lucrative lobster grounds on God's earth today. The lobster fishery today IS the local economy, despite the best efforts of my father among others to diversify: there's lobstering and there's boatbuilding and other such support for the lobster fishery, then there are the secondary services dependent for their daily bread on those producers, and nothing more to speak of; no farming or fish farming, no oil and gas, no manufacturing, etc. So to neglect the market for our lobster would be practically criminal.

The natural, next-door market for District 34 lobsters happens to be the greatest market in the world and in history, namely the United States, and in this age a lobster caught in District 34 on Thursday may have made it to the American market on Friday. The lobster season this year opens as it has for as long as I can remember, on the last Monday of November, placing it well for the market in lobsters around Christmas and New Year's, but more often than not missing by a day the market for Thanksgiving (or "American Thanksgiving", which is to say the first and true Thanksgiving).

Thanksgiving in America is of course a holiday of between one day and three, plus the weekend following, when families are reunited and eat uncommonly large and special dinners at home or out, and which inaugurates the Christmas season, with "Black Friday" after Thanksgiving Thursday being the busiest single shopping day of the 365. And Thanksgiving in America falls on the fourth Thursday of November, i.e., November 22 to 28. Thanksgiving 2019 falls on November 28, all of six days later than Thanksgiving '18 and after the last Monday in November which opens the lobster season. But seven years in ten, the lobster fishery which amounts to the totality of the economy is opened a day late for what may be the greatest demand in what assuredly is the greatest market.

I shudder to imagine the wealth that's been forfeited by setting the lobster season with such disregard for the lobster market; the lobsters couldn't be much better off for being spared a few days, but those few days could cost our tiny economy untold millions of American dollars. So I propose on this unread blog that the lobster season be adjusted marginally, to open not on the last Monday of November but the Monday before the fourth Thursday in November -- and lest it be protested that this would be an upset to the lobsters, let it be noted that every few years the last Monday does fall before the fourth Thursday, so surely the change would be inconsequential to all but our economy. But this is the universe of Canadian federal regulation, so I can only expect that the status quo will be observed universally and uniformly, without question or consideration, and tomorrow as yesterday, like a manufacturer of toys releasing its new line annually on December 26, a day late for Christmas but well placed for all those January birthdays.

Becoming the bogeyman, and feminism without the feminine

Becoming the bogeyman

As of this writing, the malicious and mendacious MSNBC proposes that the America-first president of the United States Donald J. Trump has been a "Russian asset since 1987", never mind that when they're not fantasizing of Trump as the agent of an alien and hostile foreign power, they're damning him for his militant American nationalism.

For half a century and more after the Red Scare and its McCarthyism and House Committee on Un-American Activities, it was a theme of the Left and the Democrat Party, and of the press and popular culture, that the Red Scare was as black a chapter as any in history of the republic, so if any leftist after 2016 cries "McCarthyism" then may lightning strike him, because it is the Left who have revived McCarthyism for the first time since the man himself, or more precisely they've become their caricature of Eugene McCarthy. The Russian agents and American conspirators, the wiretaps and transcripts, the Congressional committee hearings and witch trials of decent men, the guilt-by-association and the ascription of nefarious motives to innocuous words and deeds, and the hysteria, the hyperbole and hyperventilation, with its disregard for evidence and for common sense -- to the minutest particular the Left and the Democrat Party have reproduced their caricature of the Red Scare.

Any remark bearing on Russia which is not a calling-down of fire-and-brimstone on Russia, any fleeting dealing with persons from Russia or some lesser Eastern European nation in the vicinity of Russia, even an appearance in the same room with a Russian, among a hundred others, may be isolated and elevated by the Democrats and the press as still more proof of some arachnidan conspiracy for the Russian subversion of American democracy. Never mind that until not so long ago it was a theme of the Democrat Party that any troubles with Putin or Russia under Putin were down to that "cowboy" Bush, and never mind that for a century since the Russian Revolution the Left had defended and excused Russia, re-casting one of the most monstrous regimes of the 20th Century as a superior system where "the little guy gets a hand up" and other such sick-making ignorance. A century was obliterated in an evening, that evening of November 8, 2016 -- the great, psyche-rending trauma of every leftist -- and in their desperation first to deny it and then to "make it go away", the Left have become their bogeyman, the paranoiac imagining Russians "under every bed".

At the same time the Left extraordinarily have converted to cheerleaders for a bogeyman of theirs from the decade after the Red Scare, that bogeyman of the Deep State. "Deep State" is a neologism for a notion which by the late 1960s had seized the Left, of powerful and anonymous forces in the shadows of America's secret services, abusing their extraordinary powers and hiding behind their secrecy to influence events and veto elections. For going on a half-century since the '70s the leftist fantasy of a Deep State subverting democracy had been a fixture of Hollywood movies, but found only in fiction; then with the nomination of Donald J. Trump as Republican candidate for 45th president of the United States, the leftist fantasy was realized, only it turned out, the Deep State weren't conservative much less Republican, and so far from America-firsters, it was the America-first candidate for president they meant to sabotage. So when in 2018 it came out that the FBI had planted a "CIA asset" in the Trump campaign, the Left and the Democrats answered, "God bless the FBI and CIA," or rather they would've answered "God bless" except that the Left and Democrats in the 21st Century have decided that God is dead.

Then there's Watergate. In the election year of 1972 a couple Republican "plumbers" burgled some campaign paperwork from the Democrat headquarters at the Watergate Hotel; President Nixon was oblivious to the burglary and certainly he never ordered the caper, but by the time he swore publicly that he knew nothing of the business at the Watergate, he had been apprised of it. The investigations commenced, and in the end some of Nixon's administration landed in jail and Nixon himself resigned the presidency, after a deputation of Congressional Republicans made it known to him that they meant to vote with the Democrats for impeachment. I hasten to add, the Democrat nominee for president in '72 lost by 49 states to one, and the most extravagant indictment of Nixon doesn't propose that the burgled paperwork altered the vote.

For four decades since, the Left had preened about Watergate, the insufferable press and popular culture at least as much as the Democrat Party, until in the election year of 2016 the Democrat administration and the Democrat campaign for president played Watergate, and to the nth degree. The Clinton campaign and the Democratic National Committee commissioned a "dossier" from a dodgy outfit run by a Trump-hating ex-British-spy: seven figures for a packet of perfect lies about Trump and Russia. The campaign first peddled their costly dossier to the press, and then kicked it up to the Obama administration, who presented it to a FISA court, knowing it was the doing of Clinton and the DNC but not letting on about that to the judge. The judge signed off on the surveillance of a Republican campaign for president by a Democrat administration, on the strength of million-dollar lies commissioned by the Democrat campaign and Democrat committee, and so began the Obama administration's spying on the Trump campaign. That spying was extended well beyond Election Day, even, and is known as of this writing to have been attended by the planting of a "CIA asset" in the Trump campaign, reporting to Obama's rotten FBI; the "unmasking" of figures associated with Trump who were swept up in the surveillance but on whom there were no surveillance warrants; to say nothing of Obama's extraordinary, eleventh-hour executive order, enacted only days before he walked out of the White House for the last time, multiplying from three agencies to 17 the Deep State eyes on the unwarranted surveillance of figures associated with Trump.

(At the risk of whining, it must be said, had the spying administration been Republican and the spied-on campaign Democrat, the story would be the biggest since the Hiroshima bomb and it'd be years before the heads ceased rolling.)

And the Left in this first half of the first term of President Trump have become their bogeyman also in the way of what leftists before this time might've derided as the "sex police", namely the effort tagged "#MeToo". Sometime in the 1990s the Democrats and those arms of the Democrat Party called the press and popular culture set to instructing the nation in their New Morality: the president of the United States, so long as he was a Democrat, must be pardoned for fooling around with the help, and for lying about it to the country and to a court, and for coaching others to give fraudulent testimony in his defense, and for denying the court its subpoenaed evidence, on the grounds that "It's about sex." Allegations of sexual harassment or sexual assault, even -- outright rape -- were to be dismissed contemptuously, and accusers were to be ruined, cast as vile creatures and taunted as trash and dogs. That was the Democrat angle, and it saved their lame-duck president, although they would lose the next four election cycles, '98 through '04.

Then one day in the fall of 2017, a story appeared in The Washington Post, the Post by then having been redirected under its new ownership from Democrat Party news to Democrat Party activism. The Washington Post had bought dirt on the Republican nominee for U.S. Senate in the Alabama special election that December 12, and they ran that dirt after the Republican nomination was settled and the ballot was set by state law. Because Alabama wouldn't elect a Democrat senator unless no Republican was on offer, The Washington Post arranged for effectively that: Alabama was presented with the choice of Republican or Democrat, only the Republican was effectively disqualified. The Democrats appreciated that if they accepted that an election for U.S. Senate may be decided by sexual allegations from 40 and 50 years prior, in too many instances believable but without evidence or corroboration, then they'd snatch a seat in the U.S. Senate which they had no business occupying and reduce the Republican majority for at least a year to an unworkable 51. So in an instant, and after decades of instructing America in their New Morality, the Democrat Party and the press and the popular culture traded their doctrine that what's "about sex" may not be considered in politics and government, for their New New Morality whereby sex is to determine the balance of the United States Senate.

The Democrats snatched that seat which could not possibly have gone Democrat had the vote been a question of policy and principle, and there followed a Noah's Flood of accusers of public figures high and low, termed aptly "#MeToo", their accusations having been dismissed until that time as "about sex". Which brings us to "Stormy Daniels": the less said the better about her erstwhile employment, but what may be said is that her very name is fiction, "Stormy" and "Daniels" both; she and her lawyer may be the rankest opportunists of the age; she swore in a signed statement that the relationship she swears to in television interviews never happened; and more than that, her unsubstantiated and uncorroborated claims are no grander than that Trump cheated on his wife briefly in '06, when incidentally he was a private citizen and a registered Democrat at every opportunity damning Bush and the Iraq effort. But "Stormy Daniels" under this New New Morality is elevated to household name and heroine, and her claims elevated somehow to high crimes and misdemeanors, assuring that Trump "won't finish his term." I retired from gambling after winning $5 on a bet in high school, on the principle of quitting while I'm ahead, but if I were to come out of retirement it would be to bet my ready funds that President Trump is quite safe in his White House from Stormy Daniels and her legal representation.

(And note that this takes as read those better-documented instances wherein the Left have become their bogeyman, e.g., the Left whose cry in time past was "free speech", long since appointed themselves speech police, then more recently they managed an effective prohibition on expressions of conservatism on America's college campuses, unto the point of violence and threats of violence, and just now they've gone one further, in Big Tech's blacklisting of conservatives; and of course the Left long ago became The Man, the "powers that be", to where it's a quicker job to enumerate the institutions of America that are not leftist and Democrat, because anymore there are only two to speak of, namely the churches and the United States Armed Forces.)

Feminism without the feminine

Among the novelties of this debased century is the representation in advertising of women, as men who happen incidentally to have female reproductive organs. Women snarling into the camera, muscles developed and fists clenched, throwing jabs and hooks at the viewer like boxers in a ring smashing a human face into hamburger meat; or a severe woman with severe hair and a severe mug, squatting over a barbell with her fists at the ends of her muscular arms wrapped around the steel bar, on the point of dead-lifting her bodyweight; etc., etc. -- and the product in the former ad having nothing to do with boxing, like in the latter ad the product on offer had not a thing to do with weight training.

The debased feminism of this debased century does seem to me to be devolving into a repudiation of femininity, accepting masculinity as the standard for right and good. What is feminism in the 21st Century but the rejection of roles understood by every society in every age to be feminine, and the reductionist impulse of the Left is bound to render that as a repudiation of all things recognizably female. And so we're left with this unfeminine feminism whereby the worthy woman is a man, or worse yet a cartoon of a man, like some histrionic professional wrestler, musclebound and snarling and menacing the world, who happens incidentally to have female reproductive organs. The trouble in that for the feminist Left, beyond the more obvious point that it's madness, is that they'll find precious few takers for it among American womanhood, and outside the Western world they'll find no takers whatever.

Witchfinder ISO witch; Firearms constants and fear-of-God variables; The end of the world, "Plus: Cheap Eats"

Witchfinder ISO witch

The Witchfinder General and his media shop otherwise known as CNN might occupy themselves with the revelation that the second-cousin of the ex-girlfriend of the caterer who supplied the Trump campaign with sandwiches for two weeks in February 2016, is famous for giving caviar as Christmas presents, and we all know which wicked nation it is that produces caviar: proof positive that "Russia hacked the election and Trump was in up to his neck with Russia! Impeachment proceedings to commence in a matter of hours!" But for those of us with better things to do, Russia didn't flip a vote and Trump is as immaculately unentangled by outside interests including foreign powers as any president or candidate for president in the history of the republic.

The investigations, plural, of the House and Senate and Department of Justice and FBI and special counsel, plus the totality of the press, must amount to the greatest investigative effort in any society and any age, and yet they've turned up no evidence of collusion with Russia and no evidence even that Russia flipped a vote. But instead of the manifest conclusion that nothing has been found because there's nothing to be found, the investigations proceed, so that by now it's plain there is a presumption in these investigations of guilt, inverting the American standard of presumed innocent, and more than that, the onus in these investigations is shifted from the government to the accused, the burden placed on Trump and his people to prove a negative, and of course there's no proving a negative.

Only lately the Witchfinder General has descended to ordering raids by the Federal Bureau of Investigation of the office and the home and even the hotel room of Trump's personal attorney, on questions having nothing to do with Trump: i.e., this is an investigation in search of a crime, or else the Witchfinder means to "put the screws to" lesser figures associated with Trump like in some prosecution of a mob boss, whereupon they'll "sing or compose", produce dirt on Trump or invent it. So the object of these interminable investigations can only be the vetoing of the vote of November 8 2016, by criminal or quasi-criminal allegations, affirmed and elevated by a hyperventilating hysteria in the press and popular culture, until some combination of Democrats and Never-Trumper Republicans in Congress muster the numbers for an impeachment vote. To impeach Donald J. Trump as 45th president of the United States, expel him from power and repudiate him and his works for all time, and assert again the ascendancy of the elite over those bumptious peasants who delivered to Trump 306 electoral votes of 538. Or short of that, to turn up some arguable malfeasance which might be useful politically to Trump's many enemies, if it doesn't amount to "high crimes and misdemeanors", or barring that to depress Trump's popular approval under the weight of suspicion, or at the very least to divert the energies of Trump and his administration with subpoenas and allegations and insinuations and daily developments.

The trouble for the Witchfinder General and his legions is that it turns out, Trump is cleaner than even this Trump-booster had reckoned on, and manifestly he's un-divert-able. If Trump starts his day with an ambitious agenda of ten items, and in the middle of that day some illicit and malicious leak against him explodes in the press like the Hiroshima bomb, by the end of the day those ten items are no less dispatched for the distraction. Bill Bennett who was secretary of education for the greatest president of the 20th Century after the Second World War, namely Reagan, has observed that even Reagan in his first year never ticked so many agenda items as Trump managed in his Year One. Lincoln was the Great Emancipator, Reagan the Great Communicator, and it does seem that Trump is the Great Multitasker.

So where does it end: the partisan, malicious investigation without restriction in resources or in scope, in search of any wrongdoing or arguable wrongdoing on the part of its mark or anyone even marginally associated with him, protected and promoted by an effective monopoly in the malicious and mendacious press and popular culture, against a force-of-nature president with 306 electoral votes and as it turns out with clean hands? I know no way of forecasting the future but by casting into the past, and all that I've seen of Donald John Trump and of his multitudinous and multifarious enemies since sometime in the summer of 2015, persuades me to bet on Trump.

Firearms constants and fear-of-God variables  

Since the first English settlements in North America, Americans have kept and borne firearms. The first to land at Plymouth were a deputation sent on ahead of the bulk of the Mayflower company, and when they waded ashore it was with matchlocks smoldering.

And for three-quarters of the age of the Second Amendment guaranteeing the right of civilians to keep and bear arms, firearms in America have been repeating ones. Samuel Colt's patent on the revolver was issued in 1836, and a Colt .45 in each hand gave a man 12 rapid-fire rounds. Or take the Winchester rifle, introduced by Winchester Repeating Arms in 1866, which got off 15 rounds before reloading.

In any age before ours, firearms were a more common and casual feature of American life, and for a time before the 1930s fully-automatic or machine guns were available lawfully to civilians, and yet the phenomenon of the "school shooting" is a novelty; I suppose it was the massacre at Columbine High School in Colorado that inaugurated the school shooting as we conceive it, and that's no older than a couple decades. So the gun is not the variable, in mass shootings; not the possession of firearms and not their repeat-action.

A man who fears God and Hell is a man who never will walk into a school and murder 17 innocents. Why did the Vikings murder innocents wantonly, and rape and steal, but that they were the last pagans in Europe, and why did they quit but that they also were converted to Christianity. Their Norse paganism assured them not only that murder and the rest were perfectly fine but that the bold murderer earned a place in the Norse heaven called Valhalla. That sort of thinking will fortify a fellow for a good run in raiding, but as Christians the Vikings' murderous barbarism was insupportable. The world without the Judeo-Christian God, which the Left and the elite labor daily to revive, is the world of Viking barbarism and of school shootings. 

The popular culture as much as the press, and the public schools and the universities, and the Left and the Democrat Party, have taught this generation that the universe "just happened" somehow, humanity evolved somehow from pond scum, and the Bible is a lot of lies invented by old white males to suppress the rest; too many of this debased generation have accepted that rot and a small fraction have extrapolated the thinking to its logical nth degree, whereby there's no compelling reason for not walking into a school and murdering 17 innocents, not if we're all just overdeveloped pond scum in a just-somehow-happened universe and there is no God and no Hell. The phenomenon of the school shooting is unthinkable in America until this present generation, which happens to be the first generation since human habitation in North America with any number of takers for the proposition that there is no God. 

The end of the world, "Plus: Cheap Eats"

It was my misfortune lately to be exposed to the cover of New York Magazine for July 10-23 of '17, whose feature was "The Doomed Earth Catalog; When will the planet be too hot for humans? Plausibly within our children's lifetimes." The cover was barren save for a doctored image of Earth from space, browned and its clouds mostly burned away.  

I was instructed in Armageddon-ist environmentalism in that form of child abuse called Nova Scotia Public Schools, and even then, before I knew left from right politically, I knew a hoax. In a century the observed planetary temperature has risen by 0.9 of a degree Celsius, departing unrecognizably from the precipitate skyward projections of the hysterical and unempirical computer models which prophesy Armageddon. But my question here is whether the Armageddon-ists believe that the Armageddon they're prophesying will come: I couldn't help but observe that the cover dusted itself off from the end of the world with "Plus: Cheap Eats 2017... [and] Wu-Tang and the Pharma Bro..." If a fellow believed truly that his children would perish in the Hadean catastrophe of a scorched planet, "too hot for humans", would he flip the page to read about "Cheap Eats" and "the Pharma Bro"? I never did believe the Armageddon-ism, and I wonder if the believers believe it.

Eating the steak and damning the butcher, and two lesser essays

Eating the steak and damning the butcher 

It may be that it came with the Baby Boom, or rather that cohort of the Baby Boomers whose reaction to Howdy Doody was to heave a molotov cocktail at him, those Americans who were born into the easiest lives since the Garden of Eden, by no doing of theirs, but whose reaction was a declaration of war on any and all who had planted their Garden of Eden. Their Year Zero was 1968, and for the Left in the half-century since 1968, it is forever 1968.

This is what President Trump is up against, as much as anything, what Republicans and conservatives are up against, what any American is up against who's not contemptuous of America, and what any inheritor of Western Civilization is up against who's not contemptuous of civilization: the man who's sheltered by his roof, while he damns the roof and every shingle and stick and nail in it.

It's a product of the ease of our 21st Century existence, a structural fault, and the logical consequence of human nature applied to easy lives. Any society in any age might produce an elite remote from their founding and building, remote also from the farm and the slaughterhouse on the messier end of their filet mignon, an elite with the luxury of forgetting how they came by their silken pillows and peeled grapes, and more than that of disdaining it. The peculiarity of our time and our civilization is the numbers: progressively since the Industrial Revolution life has got easier, a democratization of the lifestyles of kings, to the point where our great cities by now are crammed with untold masses with the luxury of eating filet mignon and indicting the butcher for murder.

Ours is an age of deferred mortality; lives as long as a century, and very few of us knowing very many who die before their times. The revolution in medical science which followed the Industrial Revolution has treated mortality, to where an average American aged 50 may expect not unreasonably to have something like half his life before him, albeit not the more sunlit half. Life is protracted so the stages of life all are protracted: protracted childhood, protracted adolescence, protracted emancipation, etc. And this deferring of mortality and reality cannot be expected to go without political and even religious expression.

That religious expression is atheism, the political expression 21st Century leftism: what man needs God who lives forever, and what use has he of a national defense or a system of finance wherein debts are paid, whose misspent youth ends when and if he pleases?

The great bulwark which is America's inheritance but which the rest of the West too much is wanting, is the peasant's sense and a constitutional system which is resistant even in this 21st Century to conceding the elite's veto of the peasant's vote. President Trump manifestly appreciates that America's peasants are its salvation, that the peasants demand a Peasants' Party, and that any party of the peasants is bound to win elections and determine the future.

"Elite" defined 

I'm guilty as any conservative of the overusage of "elite", so I ought at least to define it. First and most an elite is a bien pensant, a believer in whatever it is that the Left happen to believe at a given moment, e.g., global-warming-ism and multiculturalism and federal-mandates-for-public-bathroom-accommodation-for-the-transgendered, etc., etc.

But an elite also is one of those people whose existence is set apart from the facts of life, whether by affluence or professional ivory-towering, or by the peculiarities of this 21st Century which produce such phenomena as the "professional student", pursuing some post-graduate degree in some indulgent, basket-weaving course till his hair recedes, all the while living sex-drugs-and-rock-'n'-roll, with "vegan" shoes and a marijuana badge on his backpack.

An elite may be well-to-do and very often he is that, but it's not socioeconomics that determines the question of elite or not elite, only ideas and that existence set apart from the facts of life.

The coming Republican Senate

In these United States the people vote in statewide elections for president, for governor, and for United States senator. President Trump on November 8 of '16 carried 30 of the 50 states, and it's 33 states now with Republican governors, so a fellow could be forgiven for supposing that the Republican majority in the United States Senate with its two-senators-per-state-regardless-of-population would be equivalent, something like 60 to 66 percent, but of course the Senate is only marginally Republican, split 51-49. That discrepancy alone ought to be cause for anxiety among Democrats, never mind that 10 of the 26 Democrat senators who happen to come up for re-election this November 6 represent those Americans who made a president of Donald J. Trump just 728 days prior. 

A fellow could be forgiven also for imagining that those Democrat senators representing Trumpian states would go out of their way to vote with the president whenever they could justify themselves, and yet in a year no Senate Democrat broke with his party to vote with the president and the Republican majority on Obamacare or taxes or the Supreme Court: on any question worth bothering about. The story is that the Democrat minority leader has let it be known that any Democrat senator breaking with the party will be "primaried", that's to say, the offending senator will be stripped of funding and endorsement by the Democrat national and Senate committees, who between them will agree on a challenger in his primary election, and it will be that challenger who claims the funding and endorsements and in all likelihood also the nomination. 

So West Virginia, to take the most conspicuous example, is represented in the United States Senate by a character who has voted the Democrat line in this Age of Trump on every question worth bothering about, despite campaigning as a conservative-to-out-conservative-the-Republicans, and despite that West Virginia is maybe the most Trumpian of the 30 Trump-voting states, Trump and his administration having saved the West Virginia economy, unilaterally and well within their first year, and the Democrat governor of West Virginia having declared himself a convert to the Republican Party, as the featured guest at a rally for Donald J. Trump. 

Republicans in the House of Representatives with its representation-by-population came away from the general election of '16 with 241 seats of 435, and if anything the Senate ought to produce a greater share still for the party claiming 30 states in 50 for president and 33 governors. This unrepresentative representation must sooner or later be reconciled, with the consequent reordering of the United States Senate, and whether later or sooner we'll know the evening of November 6.