Why the white community will never speak French

William Kristol has a solution to what National Review columnist Jim Geraghty calls the "incoherent, authoritarian, populist demagogue" that is Republican presidential candidate Donald J. Trump. Kristol, the editor of The Weak Standard ... oops, I meant The Weekly Standard, easy mistake to make, proposes as his savior for true conservatives one David French.
Who, you ask? Well, exactly. French is a writer for The National Review. Another purist brainbox. And he's a lawyer, just in case any Cruz-bots wanted to salivate over that fact. And, that's it. Now, dear reader, contain your understandable excitement. At this time of writing, French is simply considering a run.
Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton, if they share just one thing in common, both have massive name recognition. Say the name "David French" to the average person and not only will he or she not have the slightest idea who that is but will probably have the image of a bespectacled, professorial beardie-weirdie. Perhaps that's unfair, and it's not necessarily what Mr. French looks like, but it does have that guilty bourgeois-cum-avant garde ring to it. Professor David French. Sir David French. Master of Arts David French. Nothing amiss in any of those. Could you possibly imagine a Master of Arts Donald Trump? Neither can I, and that's a good thing.
Turns out, Monsieur David French has some baggage. In that same magazine, run by the current brat-pack that causes William F. Buckley to turn in his grave, French opines that "working class whites have moral responsibilities". Gee, what could he possibly mean?
Essentially, French argues that that white working-class people "are barely trying" at getting a job or succeeding in life. He mocks entire communities who have been devastated by big, unfair trade deals like NAFTA, GATT and, if the elites get their way, TPP. They are vilified as "bitter clingers" by the racial arsonist-in-chief. Their sons and daughters cannot get places at universities because they must stand aside for black or Hispanic people who scored considerably less on their SATs to take their spots, all in the name of "fairness". It's never a hate crime if any of them get assaulted for nothing more than their skin color. All the while, they get told what marvelous, advantageous privilege they possess. If that's privilege, my dear non-white friends, you can have it. Take it; I don't want it anymore.
French, who claims to have compassion for these people and indeed all Americans, chastises them for abusing disability and other government programs.
"You don't have to do any work (your disability lawyer does all the heavy lifting), you make money, and you get drugs," French haughtily admonishes them.
According to this compassionate, real conservative—and we know that he must be one because he writes for National Review and Bill Kristol tells us he is—the struggling white communities across America have to smile and march to crappy, soul-sapping McJobs and sing homilies to what a great life it is to be part of a post-industrial, post-Constitutional America. What a wonderful time to be alive, y'know? Hey, it could be worse, all you Oxycontin-popping typical white people!
I mean, really, what is their problem? They salivate like Pavlov's dog over the so-called and alleged racism, nativism and xenophobia of Trump but they don't seem to want elitists like this lecturing them about their responsibilities. Golly, that's so perplexing, isn't it?
How dare white people embrace victimhood? The rest of the country has, and not a damn word ever gets spoken or written about it, but apparently whites aren't normal, fallible human beings. They're the backbone of the nation—forgetting, of course, that their spines have all been broken.
That's not bad enough. French is writing in response to, and in defense of, a previous piece written by another writer of great compassion, Kevin Williamson. Get a load of this butthole:

The white middle class may like the idea of Trump as a giant pulsing humanoid middle finger held up in the face of the Cathedral, they may sing hymns to Trump the destroyer and whisper darkly about “globalists” and — odious, stupid term — “the Establishment,” but nobody did this to them. They failed themselves. 

Nothing happened to them. There wasn’t some awful disaster. There wasn’t a war or a famine or a plague or a foreign occupation. Even the economic changes of the past few decades do very little to explain the dysfunction and negligence — and the incomprehensible malice — of poor white America. So the gypsum business in Garbutt ain’t what it used to be. There is more to life in the 21st century than wallboard and cheap sentimentality about how the Man closed the factories down. 

The truth about these dysfunctional, downscale communities is that they deserve to die. Economically, they are negative assets. Morally, they are indefensible. Forget all your cheap theatrical Bruce Springsteen crap. Forget your sanctimony about struggling Rust Belt factory towns and your conspiracy theories about the wily Orientals stealing our jobs. Forget your goddamned gypsum, and, if he has a problem with that, forget Ed Burke, too. The white American underclass is in thrall to a vicious, selfish culture whose main products are misery and used heroin needles. Donald Trump’s speeches make them feel good. So does OxyContin. What they need isn’t analgesics, literal or political. They need real opportunity, which means that they need real change, which means that they need U-Haul.

Black Lives Matter (Only When White People Are Involved) couldn't have written a more poisonous, hateful, anti-Caucasian screed. This is disgusting.
"Kevin is right. If getting a job means renting a U-Haul, rent the U-Haul," Mssr. French sniffs. Can you feel the love? What an awesome potential presidential candidate!
Being a conservative these days is the easiest gig in the country. Honestly. All you have to do is say you hate Donald Trump, write a bunch of insensitive crap explaining why, yuk it up with the fifth columnists on CNN and MSNBC, and have vain fools like Erick Erickson, Mitt Romney, Rich Lowry, Glenn Beck, William Kristol, et al. worship at your feet. Nice work if you can get it. Eh, Frenchie?