The Ragin’ Cajun Targets the Jews
James Carville is mad.
Not just mad in the usual liquored-up cuss-at-the-sky way that made him famous. Not just mad at Republicans or Trump or hurricanes or humidity. No—this time, Carville is mad at the Jews. And not the way Louis Farrakhan is, or Ilhan Omar is, or the “River to the Sea” crowd is. No, Carville’s mad in the manipulative way of a professional political arsonist who pours the fuel, lights the match, fans the flames, and then blames the homeowners. And, of course, demands their property taxes.
The legendary Democratic strategist had a meltdown over Jewish donors refusing to open their wallets for a party presiding over the most openly antisemitic cultural moment in American history since Father Coughlin went off the air—a moment during which Jewish lives are being threatened—and taken. The problem, says Carville, isn’t that Democrats have tolerated—nay, celebrated—a metastasizing mob of Hamas cosplayers and Nazi nostalgists on campuses, in media, and in Congress.
No, the real problem is those damn Jews. Again.
Carville, channeling every Jew-hating trope with the grace of a man stepping on a rake, declared that Jews will “vote for Nazis” to “get their f***ing tax cuts.”
That’s not a gaffe. That’s a confession.
Let’s break this down. In one breathless tirade, Carville:
Revived the oldest antisemitic slur in the book—the greedy Jew who sells out everything, including his own people, for money.
Projected the Democratic Party’s tolerance for Jew-haters onto the Jews themselves, accusing them of being Nazi collaborators.
Blamed the victims of his party’s antisemitism for daring to notice it.
Gaslit Jewish Americans by suggesting that caring about their safety and their children’s survival is a form of treason.
Trivialized Nazism, not just through casual metaphor, but by accusing Jews of being drawn to it—because apparently, the real Nazi threat is a marginal tax rate.
Reminded anyone not yet paying attention that it absolutely is open season on Jews.
This isn’t strategy. This isn’t spin. This is rot.
It is the voice of a man—and a party—so addicted to their own moral narcissism, so blinded by their hunger for power, they cannot fathom the idea that Jews might care more about surviving a lynch mob than scoring an invite to the next Lincoln Project fundraiser.
Let’s be clear: James Carville is not some fringe figure. He is the distilled id of the Democratic establishment—the same establishment that told us anti-Zionism isn’t antisemitism, that paraded AOC and Rashida Tlaib as conscience-driven “women of color,” that tut-tutted Jewish alarm over riots, resolutions, and pogroms as “right-wing talking points.”
And now that the mask has slipped—now that Jews, even left-leaning ones, have begun to balk—Carville is there to deliver the party’s message: How dare you?!?
For decades, the Democratic Party relied on Jewish voters as ATM and applause machine, the dependable minority who wouldn’t ask too many questions—who, as the old quip has it , "earn like Episcopalians but vote like Puerto Ricans." More importantly, who donated like...well, like Jews.
But in the age of woke intersectionality, Jews have outlived their usefulness. Or rather, our usefulness has changed. Jews are now more valuable as the demagogue’s scapegoat than as his banker. Too white, too privileged, too Zionist, too resistant to erasure.
And when, finally, in fear and desperation, Jews object to being thrown under the bus, Carville—reliable party man that he is—reminds us: the bus was never not coming.
So, what should Jews do?
Jews should do what every other abused constituency eventually learns to do: Leave. Or die.
Leave the party that cheers for our enemies.
Leave the institutions that mock our faith, our fears, and our funerals.
Leave the grifters like Carville who think Jews owe them a check and a smile while their friends scream “Globalize the Intifada.”
James Carville wants to know why some Jews won’t fund his party anymore. The answer is simple:
They stopped being Democrats.
They started being Jews.