In a functioning party, this would be a minor spat. In Trump’s party, it’s a knife fight in a clown car. Because there is no unifying ideology — only the competition for the leader’s favor — every feud becomes a total war for dominance.
And here’s where the schadenfreude kicks in: For those of us who value reason, decorum, and the quaint notion of facts, it’s hard not to enjoy two political arsonists turning the flamethrowers on each other. It’s like watching the final act of a buddy-cop movie where both cops are corrupt, and the building they’re in just happens to be on fire.