I was teaching a Sunday School class a few months back and we were playing a memory game, sort of like the old-school TV game show Concentration. The class consisted of 12 kids between second and fifth grade and we were evenly divided by sex. So rather than squander our limited time on picking teams, I divided the class to play the game into boys against girls. This was a popular and universally accepted idea. We made two teams and kids lined up, girls and boys, to take their turn. Each child took a turn trying to make a match, but the entire team was allowed to help the spokes-kid. In other words, it was a collaborative type of game. So when the boys were up, one boy made the pick but the other boys could consult.
And that’s what they did.
The boys did not stand in an orderly line, they fanned out so that each had a good view of the board. Whenever a boy was taking his turn, the other boys coached and advised and gave him their ideas. The boys were very focused; they were in it to win it. Since they didn’t have a secure line, sometimes they got mixed up as to whose turn came next, but if the “wrong” boy started to play, they just let it go. They didn’t care so much for taking turns since they were playing as a team. The kid who was taking his turn was more like a spokesperson than an independent player.
Meanwhile the girls were not much better at keeping their line organized. Instead, they clustered, chit-chatting with each other. They were talking about clothes and nail polish colors and one girl’s new jewelry and also school events. None of them were even looking at the game board; in fact, sometimes they even stood with their back to it. It was painfully obvious to me that the game seemed stupid to them; they were clearly not interested in playing. But they were very conscientious about taking turns. Once, when one girl stepped up to take her turn, the other girls pulled her back gently but physically, and scolded her in no uncertain terms that it was another girl’s turn. They then pushed that other girl gently forward (she had been hanging back talking to her friends) and let her take her turn. The girls were extremely focused on who was next, not who would be make a match.
The girls never helped each other. Each girl took her turn with no collaboration from the others.
The boys won handily and the girls were gracious in their concession because, after all, boys were stupid and the game was stupid and everyone was stupid.
Now you might draw a lesson here about how boys and girls play games differently or how social interactions among girls are focused on interpersonal relationships whereas boys are far more competitive and build teams. You could say boys by nature are hardwired to be more task or mission oriented or that girls are hardwired to seek relationships and promote fairness.
I See Democrats
The Democrat Party is hemorrhaging support, particularly among male voters and most particularly among young male voters. After years of screaming about girl bosses, yas Queen!, toxic masculinity, American oppression, white supremacy, nazis, and how Dylan Mulvaney was a woman, Democrats are now confused that many men—of all races and ethnic backgrounds—have drifted away from the party.
Michelle Obama—along with folks like Rosie O’Donnell and Oprah Winfrey and, of course, Hillary Clinton—are publicly whining and complaining about how life has been so unfair to them. They play the victim. Millionaire and billionaire victims. And from their private gated compounds, with security details and chef-created seared ahi tuna salads for lunch, they are glad to share their stories of deprviation, poverty, unrelenting misery, and being forced to live in a world where men are allowed to speak.
In the Sunday School game that day I saw the girls as being Democrats. When the one little girl almost missed her turn, the other girls pushed her forward with zeal and ill-concealed threats of anger against anyone who stood in her way. “It’s her turn!” they hissed. It was like watching an elementary school version of Hillary’s campaign. Why should we vote for Hillary? Well, it’s her turn!
Democrats do not elect, they select. Kamala Harris was not the best candidate, she never won a national election of any kind; but she was selected. Biden, too, was a terrible candidate, but he was selected. Bernie might have been a Democrat nominee, but he was not selected. The people who hold the “no kings” rallies are the biggest proponents of American monarchy. And in this monarchy, there are very clear lines of succession. Hillary gracefully bowed out of the 2008 presidential campaign against Obama. It’s ironic, too, since I think she had a very good shot at winning the White House had she run. But the Democrats selected Obama and promised Hillary’s turn would come in 2016. (A delightful irony, but that’s another bon-bon for another day.)
The girls’ team at Sunday School did not work together as a team. They were six little individuals who were victimized by having to play a game they found stupid. The whole game bored them and it showed. It reminds me of how Kamala regards economics, the border, or foreign policy. She doesn’t care. Those things are stupid. No, Kamala likes yellow school buses and Venn diagrams and, of course, Jose Cuervo.
The little Sundsay School girls cared about their relationships and friendships to each other. That’s even laudable, at least when practiced in the right way. But it’s also malignant when done the wrong way. It’s why Kamala thought it was a big accomplishment to get Oprah to interview her or to share the stage briefly with Beyonce. It was about networking, showing she had fancy important friends. Never mind she paid them millions to be in the same room as her without holding their nose, the point was that in the Democrat world, who you know is all that matters.
Republicans Can Do Better
I wish that Republicans were as committed, resourceful, and keenly focused as the boys’ team at Sunday School. But at least we’re not the girls’ team. At least we’re playing. Republicans are interested in winning the game. We want to know enough to play the game well. We want to help each other when we can, since when one of us wins, we all win. We also don’t want to lose track of the game in our own little conversations. The boys knew that there would be a time when they could talk or rough house or visit with each other, but that time was not while they were playing the memory game. When the game began, they focused. And that’s how Republicans ought to be.
One problem with Republicans right now is that some of them are Democrats. Lisa Murkoski springs to mind although she is not the only example of this type of perversion. She is the alleged Republican representative from Alaska. She got her seat because her father used to hold it, so she was sort of grandfathered in, plus Alaska has ranked choice voting which seems to work in her favor. Murkowski is no doubt on Nancy Pelosi’s Christmas card list, that’s how loyal she is to the Demorats. She also has a weird resting facial expression; she always looks like she has just smelled something really disgusting.
There are lots more of these Republicans who are really Democrats. Sometimes they are called RINOs or Republicans in Name Only, but that’s a disservice to Republicans and an insult to rhinoceroses everywhere. They are traitors. Wolves in sheep’s clothing. Liars. They are what the Vietnamese used to call “the communists who eat nationalist rice.”
Some people call this the “uniparty,” but I think that’s a bit unfair. They’re not uniparty, they’re Democrats pretending to be Republicans to undermine us. Villainous music should play every time they are seated in the Capitol.
It’s interesting that there are no DINOs or Democrats in name only. There are many shades of Democrat. There are far-left Democrats, antisemitic Democrats, communist Democrats, and open-border Democrats, and way back when there used to be conservative Democrats or blue-dog Democrats. But there are no Democrats who cross party lines to support Republican causes. Why is that? I suspect it’s because RINOs are Democrats deliberately infiltrating and harming the Republican party, while Republicans wouldn’t play the game that way.
Republicans need to purge the RINOs out of the party. Republicans also need to come together and vote as a block. A big cement block. A cement block aimed squarely at the anti-American, antisemitic, pro-commie Democrat agenda.
I guess I can say that I don’t belong to any organized political party. I’m a Republican. (Hat tip to Will Rogers.)
The He-Man Woman Haters Club
The exodus of male voters from the Democrat party is due to many things, all of which are women. In an effort to include more women, Democrats ran off men. In an effort to promote more women, Democrats shafted men. In an effort to make Democrats more pro-feminist, Democrats said “believe all women” which they interpreted to mean, “never believe any man.” (By the way, “believe all women didn’t work out so well with Emmett Till—a woman lied and got this 14-year-old Black kid brutally murdered. But Democrats are blessed with no knowledge of their own history.)
Democrats then promoted a rainbow agenda which allowed big burly men with beards and no bottom surgery to parade naked around in women’s locker rooms (I’m talking about you, Lia Thomas) and for older fat pervy men with a five o’clock shadow to put on a house dress and go to the ladies’ room and wait for your daughters.
Healthy and normal men are by nature protectors and providers. They have an instinct to protect themselves and their families. Those families sometimes include wives, mothers, and little daughters.
None of these Democrat sacred cows (believe all women, insult all men) fit in well with the healthy male brain. Men don’t want nasty old creeper-men in the bathroom with their ten-year-old daughters; they don’t want their daughters on sports teams to have to compete with much larger and stronger boys and then have to undress in front of that boy while he shows off his intact physique to them. Men by nature don’t want to have to tiptoe through life, fearful that some angry shrew will falsely accuse them of rape just to vent their anger or their own private psychoses—knowing that a woman’s word has 100 times more value to a Democrat than any proof a man could offer.
Look at E. Jean Carroll, the wacky woman who accused Trump of sexual assault in a department store. She accused many other men of sexual assault as well, which is unusual. After seven or eight rapes, you have to ask yourself what’s going on? Her appearance on CNN after the Trump trial had to be cut short because she started to go off on an insane little flirt with Anderson (Hey, I’m Gay) Cooper by telling him that rape was sexy, think of the fantasies! She couldn’t remember the year the assault by Trump took place but the jury believed her anyway. She said this assault took place during the day in a department store. (Just an aside, Reid Hoffman, founder of LinkedIn and a billionaire, financed the E. Jean Carroll lawsuit.)
I, for one, never believed it. The smoking gun for me was evident right from the start. The whole pack of lies is predicated on the notion that Donald Trump was walking around a department store in the middle of the day. Either he was strolling aimlessly or he was shopping.
Hello! Donald Trump does not do his own shopping. No rich people do. Here is how rich people shop:
They have a personal shopper and give them instructions
They have staff and give some intern or low-level staffer the task of doing their shopping
They call the store and arrange for specific items to be delivered; rich people can get stuff on consignment meaning they can get multiple products delivered to inspect and then they can return what they don’t want
They make arrangements with the store and go shopping in the middle of the night when the store is closed and they can bring in their own security detail (this is how the late Princess Diana used to shop at Harrod’s, her favorite store)
Shopping is not something an Alpha male like Trump is going to waste his time on—and meandering around the store is about as realistic as telling me that Trump once auditioned for the Bolshoi Ballet. Didn’t happen.
But the saga of E. Jean Carroll should make all men angry. It means any woman—even an old woman with mental problems—can drag them through court, cost them money and damage their reputation. Nutty women can even cause them to be sent to prison! Why? Because the Democrats have given women a free pass to lie about anything and everything.
And this is why so many damaged women are Democrats. They want the comfort of having their lies and delusions not just tolerated but cultivated, nurtured, and defended. Democrat women are constant victims. They need each other to support their eternal suffering. Look at Michelle Obama’s sad, sad, very sad podcast. She needs other women to validate her deluded view that she is the most oppressed human being since Anne Frank.
A Democrat woman has an excuse for any failure; she can claim she didn’t get elected or get hired or get promoted or get a loan because of the patriarchy! Men! And when women do get into office or get a job or are given some other responsibility, they have the built-in excuse that if and when they fail, it’s because men sabotaged them.
Men are tired of this. And so are right-thinking women. I don’t know why Democrats are so dumb that they think alienating and villainizing half of the population is a good election strategy, but they do. It’s a culture of constant whining, perennial faux-victimization, selective outrage, and antidepressants. Yes, liberal women suffer more depression and take more psychiatric drugs than conservative women, who report much higher levels of general happiness than their Democrat counterparts.
What to Do?
Contrary to the way we currently do things in America, being “inclusive” does not necessarily mean being stupid. We need to respect each other, including those who do not match our various identities. In other words, women ought to respect men.
I think I read that in the Bible once.
And men ought to respect women. But think about it. When is the last time you ever heard any of those toxically liberal characters on The View say a kind or even fair thing about President Trump? Or any man in politics? Or any man at all?
You may be tempted to argue that there are still some men in the Democrat party. That’s true, but I think they’re MINOs, men in name only. I think this is why Michelle Obama has been dogged by allegations over the years that she is a man. She’s about as close as the Democrats get to a man, in that she’s the only Democrat with the nerve to state in public that she can’t stand Barack Obama.
Celsius Drinks, now recalled due to Kamala losing, thought when Kamala Harris had to look at the cover of her new book to remember the Title, and then visited Colbert who cost his net Twerk $140 million, to say hold my beer, I blew $2 Billion in 100 daze, that she had won. And it was Okie Dokie to label Vodka drinks as Energy Drinks. I mean, how else to you energize those word salad bottomless cackles, right?