I have a modest proposal for dealing with Party idiots and apostates:
Eat their babies.
No, just kidding. This isn't a Jonathan Swift-style recommendation. It's too late for that: the children have grown to adulthood and now stand at the gates of the "fourth estate" spouting the talking-points of the opposition.
Ye gads! What to do?
If you're thinking of picking up the 'phone and chewing off their ear, or dashing off a fevered email of righteous indignations, allow me to offer this suggestions:
Don't.
Call the HammerHand.