Yesterday, at the Santa Monica “Tea Party,” there was a very unhappy man eager to do battle with Code Pink should they arrive constantly trying to get the crowd to join him in a chant, “Jail Barney Frank.”Â Despite my criticisms of the unhappy Democrat from Massachusetts, I did not join in. It didn’t think served the purpose of the rally to personalize it.
While most of the people at the rally seemed of good humor, this man did not. He snarled at my suggestion that we be respectful of counter-protesters.
His presence served to remind me that the left does not have a monopoly on activists who seem to be projecting their inner demons on political figures.
While some may ascribe this man’s obsession with the mean-spirited Democrat to his own repression of his urges for intimacy with men, I think it was something else.
Whenever I blog about Mr. Frank, I use the adjective “unhappy” to describe him. He never smiles when I see him on TV, always scowls and just appears to lead a very lonely and discontented existence. Look, I could be wrong. I don’t know what his life is like. But, that’s my impression. Were he not a public figure who regularly attacks his adversaries, I would not so speculate.
You’ll note that the first adjective I used to describe the man at the rally obsessed with Barney Frank is that very adjective I use to describe his nemesis, “unhappy.” He had nearly the same demeanor as the Massachusetts Democrat. Of all the protesters, he seemed to having the least amount of fun.
So, I wondered, just wondered if he was projecting his denoms onto Barney because he senses a kindred spirit, albeit one with more worldly success than he.