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No, Nancy Pelosi is not the leader of the Democrat Party, nor are any of the 723 goofs running for its 2020 nomination. It’s a triumvirate that rules, but not a cool one like Caesar, Pompey and Crassus. Those dead white males actually had a track record of success. This triumvirate is composed of that adolescent who tweets a lot, that one CAIR fan from Michigan who didn’t marry her brother, and the one CAIR fan from Minnesota who allegedly did. That is their complete list of achievements, all of them: Tweeting and cheerleading Islamic militants. Oh, and whining. Lots of whining.

Maybe “triumvirate” it the wrong word. Maybe this trio is actually more like the Donkey Party version of the Three Stooges, except none of them are bright enough to be their Moe.

And yet, they run the whole Democrat show. They are the voice of their party. Their agenda is its agenda. Nancy ought to just stay home.

And we should celebrate this. Not because one of the two major American parties have fallen into these people’s hands. That’s a bad thing, and indicative of the utter moral and intellectual bankruptcy at the core of modern liberalism. We should celebrate it because the 2020 election is coming and it will be really hard for the Democrats keep a hold on the few remaining normal Americans who support the party out of habit when the collective face of the party is these three banshees cruising around cable TV and the Internet always screaming nonsense.

Can you see their planning session for last week? “I have an idea about how to appeal to normal Americans! Let’s minimize 9/11, diss a Navy SEAL who got his eye blown up by a jihadi bomb, and then pretend criticizing our idiocy is encouraging people to murder us. Oh, and let’s hate on the Jews!”

Of course, that never happened. Their plan never was, never has been, and never will be, to appeal to normal Americans. They have no interest in us, except as slaves or, more likely, as a vaguely troubling memory of a problem solved long ago. Guess how they would solve us? Not sure? Well, there’s this thing called “history,” and you can look up leftism’s track record regarding unapproved people like us unless Google is hiding the results for that too.

No, these three are artisanal Democrats, designed to appeal only to a select few elitists on college campuses or living in big blue cities on the coasts (By the way, be sure to welcome your new illegal alien arrivals thanks to the Trump administration – remember, these undocumented workers will make your cities stronger, better places n’ stuff!). They are bespoke leftists, perfectly curated to achieve Peak Wokeness.

They are the wave of the future, or at least of the 12 years we have left before the world ends in a climactic climate change catastrophe because selfish monsters like you won’t give up your Jeep Cherokees and Big Macs.

Now, most of the zillion Dems running for the chance to get shellacked by Trump in two years are not particularly bright, but they do have some level of animal cunning and they have got to see that the stupidity that gets the goatee gang slapping their paws in Brooklyn is going to play poorly in Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, and the parts of Minnesota that aren’t Mogadishu. But the candidates have a problem, because they don’t dare go against the real party leadership. Cross one of them and you’ll draw down the shrill, up-talking wrath of Rep. Shemp or Congresswoman Curley.

Free Spirit Dancing Girl pretty much said that not agreeing with her pal was like the Holocaust; oddly, she was not roundly laughed at by our awesome elite. Chris Hayes nearly soiled himself over the threat posed by criticizing his allies. Bernie the Jolly Stalinist, sucked up. Big Chief Spewing Bull tried to get on the Commie Bachelorette Party’s good side and jumped in to chide President Trump for pointing out that maybe it’s not cool to mock 9/11. Perfectly Normal Beer-Liking Liz says that by criticizing the Democrat leadership Trump is encouraging violence against these endlessly yakking pinkos, which is weird because he didn’t send anyone to a softball field.

This “criticizing me puts me at risk” ploy is imported from colleges where SJWs literally shake at the threat posed by ideas they dislike. The answer is, of course, for us to exponentially increase the criticism they object to. Unlike the terrified Democrats who see these knuckleheads ruining the 2020 ruse by spilling the beans and telling everyone what the party really thinks, we will continue to say whatever we please. We’ll roll the dice and take the risk.

We won’t shut up no matter how many Periscopes these dizzy divas do.

Of course, Rep. One Who May Have Married Her Bro considers the NRA the real terrorist gang. Not Hamas, not Hezbollah – why, those are just caring folk working together for a better tomorrow. No, the terrorists are you – you just happen to be really bad at it since NRA members haven’t actually committed any terrorist acts. Whatever. Anyway, the bottom line, as if you couldn’t guess, is that she thinks that you need to be disarmed, which would probably not work out so well for you considering who she thinks should still have guns. Expect the Democrats to follow their leaders on this idea too.

But don’t expect us to.

If the Democrats get their way, America will be over. As I show in my action-packed novels about the United States disunited into red and blue, People's Republic, Indian Country and Wildfire, the America they want is a cold, frightened, unfree place where a greedy ruling class rules over a land of serfs. So, essentially, California.