December 8, 2016 4 Comments
Melanie Phillips had some things to say about feminized Britain and neutered men. Here it is.
I don’t necessarily agree with every point she makes here, but I do most of them. And you know, I wonder if it is connected with this from Andrew Klavan. I think it might well be.
Many times we accuse our political opponents of crimes of which we ourselves are equally guilty. Neither the left nor the right has a monopoly on dishonesty, hypocrisy, or hyperbole. But there is at least one unpleasant trait that seems to reside almost exclusively in the hearts of leftists: a puling hysterical weakness in the face of setbacks and defeat.
I think President Barack Obama is the worst president of my lifetime: an incompetent ideologue who made the world and the country worse. The economy is not as bad as it was directly after the crash, but it is much, much worse than it would have been had it not been weighted down with Dodd-Frank regulation and the anvil of Obamacare. Racial tension is worse, the national spirit is worse, the wars in the Middle East are worse, our nation’s place in the world is worse, our federal institutions are more politicized and corrupt — all because Obama simply did not know how reality worked and would not change his mind.
I knew all this was true or would be true by 2012, and when Obama was reelected over Mitt Romney, a much wiser, more adult, and steadier hand, I was dismayed. I was saddened. I was even distraught.
But I did not become a sniveling, whiny, self-obsessed pansy. I did not, that is to say, behave like leftists are behaving now.
I did not cry. I did not protest. I did not demand a recount. I did not urge electors to betray the voters. I did not say Obama was not my president. I respected the will of the people, even though I found it hard to respect the people whose will it was. […]
In the Washington Post, Stephanie Land writes a piece headlined, “Trump’s Election Stole My Desire to Look for a Partner.”
Once it was clear that Donald Trump would be president instead of Hillary Clinton, I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to gather my children in bed with me and cling to them like we would if thunder and lightning were raging outside, with winds high enough that they power might go out. The world felt that precarious to me.
Crikey. What a weakling. What a wimp.
Everything Trump does, every move he makes, is greeted with cries of despair or panic. He’s supposed to ask China’s permission before he takes a call from Taiwan? For crying out loud, have some respect for your country if you can’t have some respect for yourself.
And for God’s sake find an interest that isn’t as self-destructive as politics. There is a reason why even seasoned conservatives take breaks from it, other than that going out hunting, or for that matter, a satisfying (or not so satisfying) job is a better use of one time. They way she is now, she might as well start looking for cats, cause I don’t know a guy (or many girls, for that matter) that would put up with her whining. And what’s this crap about thunder and lightning and the power might go out? Well, Honey, some of us, and we’re not all men, go out in that thunder and lightning to fix your bloody power, mostly because we know there are some good people out there as well. Jeez!
Andrew ends with this.
I have no problem with there being two sides to an argument. I have no problem with the left making its case. But the whining! The weakness! The hysteria! It’s like being stuck on an airplane with a crying baby. Grow up. Or at least stick your thumb in your mouth and keep it down. You’re making so much noise it’s hard for me to enjoy your suffering.
Okay, it’s not that hard.