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Feelings Before Facts, MAGA Before Math
Mike Lindell lost the Minnesota Republican primary for governor on Tuesday night. He lost to Lisa Demuth by roughly 45,000 votes. He lost by eleven points. He lost with nearly every precinct in the state already counted. In any other year, for any other candidate, that number ends the segment. Nobody calls a press conference over an eleven-point loss. Nobody needs to.
Lindell needed to.
Asked on his own livestream whether he’d concede once the Associated Press called the race, he answered, “Why would I listen to the AP?” He told his audience there were 265,000 votes left to count and he was only down by 18,000, as if arithmetic bends to enthusiasm. A reporter later caught his campaign’s actual line: anomalies in the numbers, and a team looking into them overnight.
Morning came. Unsurprisingly the anomalies did not.
This is not new territory for MAGA or Mike Lindell. A federal judge in Minnesota ruled in September that he defamed the voting technology company Smartmatic with fifty-one separate false statements about the 2020 election, statements he made across four documentaries and a dozen media appearances, statements the court found no reasonable person could believe were true. Before that, Idaho ran three separate manual recounts to chase down Lindell’s claims of statewide fraud, and found a combined margin of error of one-tenth of one percent. The state sent him a bill for it. He built a media empire on a claim that has now failed a court’s scrutiny, a state’s audit, and a jury’s future verdict, in that order, and he is still running the same tired play.
That play, reduced to its basic mechanism: a loss is not a loss until the feeling of having won stops being useful. Numbers are conditional. Courts are provisional. The Associated Press is optional. What is not provisional is the certainty that something must have gone wrong, because the alternative is a plainer explanation: more Minnesota Republicans preferred Lisa Demuth.
The irony is thick here. Lindell’s own party ran into this exact story three months earlier, at its own convention, using its own equipment, counting its own delegates. Seven ballots into the endorsement fight, party officials told the room there were “anomalies in the electronic clickers”. The chairman eventually released candidates from the results altogether. Republicans spent an evening debating whether they could trust a voting system they had chosen, built, and operated themselves. If the process cannot be trusted when Republicans are counting Republican votes in a Republican ballroom, the claim was never about ballots. It was about outcomes.
That is the throughline connecting the clickers in Duluth to the precincts on Tuesday to the machines in Los Angeles County that a federal court has already exonerated. Not fraud. Feelings. A worldview in which distrust is not a conclusion reached from evidence but a mood applied to any result the believer dislikes, and then backfilled with the language of evidence because “anomaly” sounds more respectable than “I refuse to accept this.”
Science gets this treatment. Vaccines get this treatment. Now the mathematics of counting ballots in a state Lindell has lived in for roughly a year gets this treatment. The common denominator was never the subject. It was the verdict. If the verdict stings, the method that produced it is suddenly suspect, no matter how many statisticians, judges, or Idaho election clerks stand behind it.
Lindell is entitled to ask questions. He is entitled to request an audit, file a challenge, present evidence to the Secretary of State’s office, and let people who do this for a living check his math. That is precisely how a democracy should confirm an election. What he is not entitled to is a permanent exemption from arithmetic, purchased with the word “anomaly” every time the count doesn’t cooperate.
He lost by 45,000 votes. He lost by eleven percentage points. Everything after that sentence is not an investigation. It is a tantrum.
Poor Mike, it turns out Minnesota is not a big fan base of yours either. Someone get this man a pillow.