“There’s an old Mexican proverb that says “Tell me with whom you walk, and I will tell you who you are.” – Hillary Clinton
In the Virginia governor election, Democrats have put out an advertisement showing a man running down children with his pickup truck which sports a bumper sticker supporting the Republican candidate. I am not making this up. Democrat operatives are defending the ad because of racism, or something.
Is this a real banner? It doesn’t seem to be a Photoshop. The Antifags also don’t seem to have any objections to it.
I mean, if you really want to get literal about it; age of consent laws are a construct of the white patriarchy, and do tend to disproportionately affect “marginalized groups.”
Later on, they showed off what independent thinkers they were by mindlessly chanting along to what one of the protests was chanting.
Lest you get the idea that the Democrat Party was only about tearing statues down, they do favor erecting statues in honor of their heroes… like crack-smoking DC mayor Marion Barry.
Vince Gray, the councilmember for Ward 7 and former Mayor of DC, said he expects the council vote to be unanimous in favor of installing the statue. “It’s the right thing to do,” Gray said.
Sure, it is.
Actor Anthony Rapp claims that Kevin Spacey tried to molest him when he was 14 years old (Spacey would have been 20 at the time). Kevin Spacey responds by publicly coming out as a gay man.
ABC News framed the story in a way that seemed weirdly sympathetic to Mr. Spacey, but most news organizations did not go that route.
The weird part is, just like Seth MacFarlane called out Bruce Jenner way before he started calling himself ‘Caitlyn,” he apparently had the goods on Kevin Spacey as well.
Liz Warren claims that she, like all women, was a victim of patriarchal sexual abuse. She claims that the man who was her faculty mentor as a young Native American law professor borderline raped her. And some pale people with penises have the temerity to question her story.
The faculty member Warren is referring to is law professor Eugene Smith, who was her mentor and close friend at the University of Houston. The reason we know this is because at Smith’s memorial service in 1997 Warren recounted and spoke about the incident. But the account then was dramatically different. In fact, the very opposite.
According to Warren, Smith was her buddy and they were joking around in the office, in which she was laughing uproariously. Numerous witnesses say that, even when speaking at the memorial service, Warren laughed about the alleged incident. Which begs the question: Who cracks jokes about being sexually assaulted? Unless, of course, it never happened.
More importantly, Warren conveniently—and deliberately—left out a seminal fact: Smith suffered from polio. That’s right. He was unable to walk or move around without a wheelchair or crutches. According to his former colleagues, Smith’s polio was so severe they felt pity for him.
Moreover, in 1997, Warren was then a law professor at Harvard. If she had really been assaulted by Smith, then why did she travel all the way to Houston, deliver a glowing eulogy and praise Smith for his “character” and “moral integrity”?
I believe we should take her word for it. After all, it’s not like Liz Warren ever lied about being a member of a politically favored victim group in order to gain a professional advantage before.
Michael Kelly’s classic 1990 GQ profile, “Ted Kennedy on the Rocks,” recounts a sozzled and priapic 57-year-old man hitting on 16-year-old congressional pages, gulping down seemingly all the alcohol along the Eastern seaboard, and sexually assaulting a waitress at a DC restaurant with fellow solon Chris Dodd (Now the Chairman of the Motion Picture Association of America – VTK). A former staffer told Kelly that one of his erstwhile colleagues on the Senator’s staff acted as “a pimp…whose real position was to procure women for Kennedy,” not unlike the role that Italian fixer Fabrizio Lombardo played for Harvey Weinstein. Kennedy, Kelly concluded, had been raised “to take what he wants, to treat women as score-markers in the game of sport-fucking.” But thanks to the diligence and professionalism of his staff, Kennedy became a hero to liberals, referred to ubiquitously as “the lion of the Senate.”
Bill Clinton’s relationship with White House intern Monica Lewinsky should never have been grounds for impeachment. Still, it was nonetheless the epitome of the inappropriate workplace sexual relationship that feminists typically decry. Indeed, the power dynamic between these two consenting adults may have been the most disparate in modern American history, what with the most powerful man in the world deploying his clout – and then, when scandal erupted, that of his entire political operation – against a hapless intern. Like every single one of Bill Clinton’s many female accusers, Lewinsky was viciously attacked by liberals and ostensible feminists. “Drag a hundred dollars through a trailer park and there’s no telling what you’ll find,” Clinton adviser James Carville infamously said of Paula Jones. Yet for many purported feminists, Clinton’s atrocious behavior toward individual women was irrelevant. “I would be happy to give him a blowjob just to thank him for keeping abortion legal,” Time’s then-White House correspondent Nina Burleigh declared, offering precisely the sort of (gendered) indulgence that liberal cads like Clinton, Kennedy and Weinstein hope to gain in exchange for promoting left-wing causes. “I think American women should be lining up with their Presidential kneepads on to show their gratitude for keeping the theocracy off our backs.”
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* For whom it is also OK to take money from foreign Governments in exchange for political favors.
Imagine having nothing better to do with your life than staring at cereal boxes looking for racial microagressions to get outraged about. Then, imagine touting your discovery of a racial microagression on a cereal box as one of your life’s greatest achievements.
Also, the church where George Washington attended services is removing the plaque that notes this historical fact (exactly as PDT predicted would happen) because the hyphenated woman running the church doesn’t want to make snowflakes feel “unsafe or unwelcome.”
And some radical left students at U. Wisconsin-Madison are protesting the existence of a statue of Abraham Lincoln “because he owned slaves.” I am not making this up.
What a stupid time to be alive.
You may have thought that the thousands of deranged progressives gathering on November 8 to scream at the sky because they hate the president was the craziest thing in a string of crazy protests that have included Handmaid’s Tale cosplay, dancing vajayjay costumes and pink poossy hats. You would, unfortunately, be wrong.
To protest President Trump overturning the Obama administration’s executive order mandating that public schools allow transgender children into the bathroom of their choice, a trans artist in New York has collected 200 gallons of her own urine to use in a disgusting art exhibit.
In a Vice News video, the artist Cassils — a woman presenting herself as a man — takes viewers on a journey as she collects 200 gallons of golden shower excess and assembles it all into a “sculpture” for woke Manhattanites to gaze in awe upon.
“I will be facing the sculpture on a very, very high [platform] — probably like 10 feet up in the air, so you’re not eye-line with my crotch. I’m looking down on you. And behind me, is a grid of the 262 orange 24-hour urine capture bottles I used and they create another cube. There’s one space left, which is the one final bottle. So for the two hours of the exhibition opening, I will literally just be standing up there and pissing into the bottle if I have to piss. And at the end of the performance I will climb down and I will dump the urine into the cube and I will place that final bottle on the shelf. So it’s really about closing this piece down.”
If you argue long enough with a leftist, their ripostes always end up either crudely sexual or scatological. Without fail.
Also… the cake is a lie.
Trump is not dismantling “Government,” he’s trimming (not nearly enough in my view) a bloated, heavy-handed, highly corrupt Federal bureaucracy. Which I guess is sort of the progressive definition of “Government.”
The progressives will sneer in return, “Why don’t you move to Somalia if you hate Government.” This is the quintessential progressive argument; an emotive, hyberbolic reductio ad absurdum. As if there is no middle ground between complete dystopian anarchy and a dystopian, Terry-Gilliam’s-Brazil-like. Brobdingnagian Leviathan bureaucracy that not only does things like:
Not to mention, in the hands of a corrupt administration these agencies become weaponized against critics and opponents. Journalists who ask the wrong sorts of questions can be put in jail. An administration can make sure supportive political groups are funded from public coffers while denying funding to opponents.
And meanwhile, throw themselves lavish, taxpayer funded parties in Las Vegas.
But the progressives insists… it’s either that, or warlords shooting at each other from rooftops while our cities all become Mogadishu. (Some of them are already there.) The idea… the concept… of having a Government that does no more than those things for which there is no private alternative is not a thing they can imagine.
But getting back to Trump, if he is to any degree “dismantling Government as we know it,” more power to him. He’s only doing what “conservative” Republicans have been promising to do for the past thirty years. Every time a Republican Congress has struck a “budget deal” it’s always been, “Yeah, we’re spending more money in the short term… but ten years from now, we pinky swear there will be severe cuts.”
Trump is at least moving a little bit in the direction of downsizing Government to an affordable, responsible level. While I wish he would do more, faster… any reduction in the Federal Leviathan would have been unimaginable under a Jeb Bush or John Kasich presidency. (But they would have had very polite twitter feeds.)