Kamala Harris won a beauty pageant for ugly people, not a political race
This fake Girl Power spectacle did a huge disservice to the many smart, savvy, strategic, steely, women out there.
It was a cross between a Barbie Dream House political convention and a Miss America pageant where no one was particularly good-looking.
It was the low-T Democratic National Convention, where a bunch of incredibly self-satisfied and very rich women ruled the roost.
It was the moment Kamala Harris was crowned Ms America, of course, as was foretold in a Taylor Swift fever dream.
It was Girl Boss Communism, in which one of the richest and most powerful woman on Earth implied that people like her should decide who has “more than they need.”
There were a few testicle-havers in the mix, but they were decidedly of the beta variety. Take, for example, the secretary of Democratic National Convention, Jason Rae. With a squeaky NPR voice, bald head and decidedly patchy beard, he proudly conducted the roll call of “votes” from each state delegation like he was judging an amateur dance competition. He practically squealed with excitement. “I could not be more thrilled to join you in making history as we nominate Vice President Kamala Harris!”
The decorative beta male theme was also evident in the parading onstage of Tim Walz’s former football team. The media has gone all in on the the small-town, football-coach packaging of Walz, so his bona fides had to be established as A Man Who Cares. A former student of his gave a speech asking that leaders be “genuine” and “compassionate,” while the hulking former football players stood around with big dumb smiles on their faces, and not speaking.
The former student paid homage to Walz by listing all the things he’s done for others: “by helping kids pay for their lunches, by bringing teams together, to believe in each other. And when we’re stuck in the snow, they push us out.”
But as he reached this rhetorical crescendo extolling feminine qualities of cooperation and feeding, his voiced switched to a weird Minnesota Valley Girl accent, so it sounded like “And when we’re in the snow? They push us out?”
And so it went, on and on, a days-long humiliation exercise for Democrat men that culminated in Tim Walz’s speech, in which he attempted some manliness — “I’m a veteran. I’m a hunter. I’m a better shot than most of the Republicans in Congress and I got the trophies to prove it” — but then switched to kindergarten teacher mode, pledging to build communities “where nobody gets told they don’t belong.”
And I’m not even going to deign the abortion and vasectomy van with comment.
If any of this was even remotely genuine, maybe, just maybe, it would be tolerable. If there was even a nod to competence, fairness, genuine competition, then focusing on inclusion and compassion would not be setting off any alarm bells in my female brain. But every single second of this party propaganda is designed for the sole purpose of keeping the middle class women on lock, lest they be awakened from their slumber by Tim Walz’s policy of putting tampons in boys bathrooms, or defunding the police. The hour of serious crisis is coming fast upon us — it’s not the time for Barbie.
The whole outrageously fake spectacle can be summed up in Walz’s seemingly disabled son, who got a lot of attention when his weeping and clapping for his father was caught on camera. This earned Walz lots of plaudits as “a damn good father" — only to be caught the following day harshly yanking the boy's arm. Behind the mask of kindness is a sinister, controlling, monster licking zi/zir’s lips.
Even the media picked up on the emasculated essence of the convention. Only, of course, they took it to be a good thing!
My fellow Substacker and abortion obsessive Jessica Valenti accurately characterised the election as “a referendum on masculinity.” Except in her worldview, Trump is a “misogynist monster” and all the people who voted for him, did so because they wanted “to put women back in their place."
Over on CNN, Dana Bash approvingly said that Walz, “Can speak to men out there who might not be the testosterone-laden, gun-toting guy, who wants to listen to Hulk Hogan.”
Ok, so Walz is literally a beta male for beta males, then? Got it. But there’s more! He also is helping more men come out as beta, because he sets such a safe and cucked example: “it’s ok in 2024 to be a man comfortable in his own skin who supports a woman.”
By support, Dana Bash means flatter and fawn over the newly crowned Queen Bee — a woman who has risen to the top without ever managing to decisively win over any national voting block.
And what are these women doing with this new-found power? They are coming for your stuff, they are manipulating their followers, and they are bending the rules to their advantage. How female of them!
The TikTok girlies with rich parents, white guilt, and an education that was primarily communism re-packaged as racial justice may not be picking up on the references, but Michelle Obama led the way in normalising the idea of the state expropriating Americans’ property. Yes, that right: the woman who reached the pinnacle of achievement in the United States had the gall to stand there, name checking family farms, factory floors, crowded tenements and prayer groups. She proudly said her parents “were suspicious of folks who took more than they needed;” her mother “was glad to do … thankless unglamorous work.” I could almost feel Vladimir Lenin’s presence in the room.
Then Michelle Obama said what might possibly be the most shockingly hypocritical thing ever said:
"If things don’t go our way, we don’t have the luxury of whining or cheating others to get further ahead. No. We don’t get to change the rules so we always win.”
Ha! If the Dems didn’t change the rules to ensure a win, neither Biden nor Harris would have ever gotten near the White House.
When I think back to the first Obama administration and how much respect and fondness I had for Michelle Obama in particular, I want to go back and slap my 2010 liberal self in the face. Her speech last week was utterly detestable and should be sending shivers down every voters’ spine.
The thing that I find most infuriating about the fake, cloying, manipulative, girl power plot twist that the Dems have confected after giving Old Man Joe the boot, is that it does a huge disservice to the many, many, many, smart, savvy, strategic, steely, women out there. Women have always held and wielded power. The contemporary progressive narrative that says otherwise is based entirely on an adolescent fantasy — and it serves the worst impulses of power.
The women of the DNC cannot be trusted.