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The rage and hysteria are escalating. Theyâre openly calling for Trumpâs assassination.
Theyâre marching, theyâre protesting, theyâre screaming into the void for what, they donât know. Something has been taken from them, something they desperately want back. Itâs been ten long years of fighting, but nothing has worked. There is no way out for them. Theyâre trapped.
If you talk to one of them, they will tell you they believe things that arenât true. Trump is taking away Social Security and Medicaid. Theyâve eliminated the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children. Theyâve eliminated the Department of Education. Theyâre âdisappearingâ people from the streets and sending them to concentration camps.
The truth doesnât seem to matter and hasnât for a long time now. Hyperbole is all because they have nothing left to sell, no vision for Americaâs future. Who would they be if they werenât the people hunting Donald Trump? They do not know. Theyâve destroyed themselves trying to destroy him.
The headlines fed to them supercharge their rage. These are mostly educated white women in real life, but in their fantastical imaginings of their cosplay resistance, they are warrior protectors of every oppressed group. Itâs all coming true. Doomsday is here.
They donât like the word âhysteriaâ because it hearkens back to the dark ages when womenâs mental health issues were mislabeled that way. Itâs the word. Itâs always the word. They felt like no one could hear them scream. Out of that eternal frustration came the feminist movement, a movement now dead in its tracks.
Itâs the word âhysteria,â like the word âwoke,â like the word âillegal,â like the word woman like the word âhomeless,â like the word âfat.â Change the word, change reality.
These white women canât be feminists anymore because that makes them âwhite feministsâ or âKarens.â They hate those words too. They must always defer, apologize, step back, de-center themselves, and elevate women of color who matter more.
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I have known Joseph Massey For quite some time now, we have always wanted to do an interview, but we never made it happen for one reason or another. Now, after we collaborated on a video (see below) and heâs written a brand new book that has shot to the top of the charts at Amazon, thanks to an appearance on Megyn Kellyâs show, we thought it was a good time to have a deep conversation about everything from his faith, to his poetry and of course, to the craziness of the Left and cancel culture.
We will be giving away five free copies of America is the Poem. Joseph will select interested participants from the comments. Please leave a comment if youâd like to be considered. I will contact the winners for addresses.
Have a listen to the podcast above, and here is a link to the book on Amazon:
America is the Poem video, Joseph and I collaborated on together:
Josephâs appearance on Megyn Kellyâs show:
A sampling of photos of Masseyâs work, but you can find more at his Instagram.
For more or to subscribe to Josephâs Substack, click here: Joseph Massey
Hope you enjoy our conversation, and let me know if youâd like to hear more interviews from me.
I hope to post one more thing for Easter Weekend, but otherwise, please enjoy the holiday, and for those celebrating Passover too.
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The Wall Street Journal has dropped a hit piece on Elon Musk. Their headline suggests Elon Musk is farming out his seed and growing crops for a super-intelligent generation to colonize Mars in the near future. Thatâs the story they wish to tell, and itâs the story Ashley St Clair is grateful they will tell it. After all, the only thing she seems to want out of this is to be ânot a secret.â
The story is behind the paywall and I am not that invested to pay for this and other hysterical bleating from Rupert Murdochâs high-minded Conservative outlet. I was a subscriber for many years but lately, Iâm not finding much difference there from everywhere else â itâs an endless war on Trump. We get it. You donât like him. We get it. You donât like Elon, either.
Instead, Iâll draw from this piece from The Independent:
St Clair, 26, went public with her claims that she and Musk share a child in February. Now she has claimed that the billionaire offered her a one-time payment of $15 million, plus $100,000 a month until her child turns 21, in exchange for her silence.
Well, that probably explains Amber Heardâs move to Spain and her mystery baby delivered via surrogacy. As long as she never says Elon Musk fathered it, she can live out her life with money and privacy, plus a baby she always wanted (she did not want Elon).
Heard was scorched earth anyway by the time she moved to Spain. Maybe this was the cash infusion that got her there and allowed her to live out her days in comfort caring for her baby girl. Here is a picture of the two of them:
Heard, like St Clair, went into this with her eyes open. Unlike Sinclair, and not needing a bounce of fame, Heard (maybe) took the money and ran.
By contrast, St Clair seems to very much want everyone to know who fathered her baby, and why wouldnât she? In a time of influencer culture, what could be a better narrative than Mean Old Elon flew her somewhere exotic, filling her head with pretty little lies, and then filling her womb with sperm, whereupon a baby was made?
Where did that baby come from? It came from you, Ashley. Thatâs what happens when you spread your legs for Daddy. Take note.
To pretend she had no idea this was where the whole thing would end up is absurd. She knew he wanted to father a child with her. She didnât know that no one would ever know about it and what good is sleeping with, much less having a baby with the richest and arguably second most famous man in the world if nobody knows about it.
Good for her she came of age in a culture of victimhood. Everyone is a victim, especially grown women, didnât you know?
As yet another single mother with a mystery baby, she is a nobody. As one of Elonâs baby mamas, however, she can now become a somebody, a superstar of her wildest dreams. Maybe thatâs right, maybe it isnât, but money is nothing compared to fame, unless youâre Amber Heard.
St Clair acts like she just gave birth to the b*****d child of King Henry XIII and is fighting for him to be recognized as a royal. And now, has cast herself as the brave martyr, the poor peasant girl the King commanded to lay back and take it.
She rejected the offer. âI donât want my son to feel like heâs a secret,â St Clair reportedly told Muskâs fixer Jared Birchall, who runs Muskâs family office.
And:
St Clair claimed that Musk has used his wealth to silence some of the other women who have had his children, according to the report.
And:
St Clair gained an insight into Muskâs âparanoidâ way of thinking when they dated in 2023 after meeting in the spring of that year. Their romance began on Muskâs social media platform X after he began to interact with her posts.
She was invited by Musk to visit Xâs headquarters in San Francisco. From there, he took her on a separate trip to Rhode Island on his private plane, where the Space X CEO was visiting one of his sons at college, and then later on a getaway to St. Barts for New Year.
During their time together, Musk frequently talked to St Clair about having children, she claimed. âThe first time they had sex, Musk joked that they should âpick a nameâ for their future child,â the outlet reports.
On the trip to St. Barts, she told Musk that she was ovulating. âWhat are we waiting for?â he reportedly replied, and their son was conceived, according to St Clair.
Iâm less interested in the part of the story where Elon Musk wants to populate to colonize Mars with his version of a super-intelligent offspring, or as the Left will very likely dub it, a âmaster race.â The part of the story I am interested in is the idea that Ashley St Clair, or any woman who spreads her legs for Elon or allows his sperm to be injected into her, is, in any way, a victim.
Ashley St Clair knew exactly what she was involving herself in, but she could not stop herself because almost no young woman could. Many young women go through the ritual of pretending to fall in love with a rich old dude so they can then get pregnant and be financially taken care of for the rest of their lives. Everybody knows that. Get that honey, or else no money is the new get that ice, or else no dice.
Ashley apparently thought she was Cinderella, that sheâd get the fairy tale. Most women want that too. They want the romance. They want the wealth. They want a good father. They want the faithful man. They want a happy ending. They also want to be empowered.
They want a man who will listen to them and hang on every word. They want a man who will be attracted to only them for the rest of their lives. They want a country that remains attracted to old women, fat women, and women who are not traditionally pretty. They want it all because they have been told they deserve it all, because theyâre âworth it.â
Well, you canât have it all. If Ashley St Clair wanted a husband and a father for her child, the last person she would so willingly sleep with is Elon Musk, who made no secret of telling her yes, I would love to impregnate you.â But no, Iâm not exactly looking for a commitment.
What did she expect? He would abandon everything, rush by her side, marry her, and they could, oh, I donât know, go live happily in a SpaceX Tiny House?
Fanatical activists are out there calling him a Nazi, fire-bombing Teslas, and trying to destroy his businesses, and hereâs Ashley whining, WAAAA, pay attention to ME!!
Thatâs not to say anyone should approve of plugging willing women in order to produce as many children as possible. But the FLDS does it too, minus the sex with underage children part.
Thatâs Amore
I speak from experience. I went to Italy to meet a man I fell in love with on the internet. I spent a month there. I came back pregnant. He was furious. He did not want me to have the baby, like every man who engages in casual sex except Elon Musk. Trust me, the used part is not âhave a baby with me, and Iâll pay you $15 million to keep it under wraps.â The used part is, âLetâs have fun, and if you get pregnant, youâll abort the baby, right?â
Would I have loved a real relationship and a real marriage with a happy home and lots of kids? Yes, of course. I wanted the fairy tale, too. But the whining by Ashley St Clair and the pearl-clutching by both the Left and the Right of what these women have CHOSEN to do with their bodies is nauseating. They are not children. They are not Handmaids. They are not victims.
Ashley St Clair all but begged him, âImpregnate me Elon!!â And weâre supposed to feel sorry for her now?
The truth? She wants control of all of it. She wants the lavish lifestyle and to be known as the woman Elon Musk plucked off the internet to father his super-intelligent Mars space force.
She was so pretty and so smart he chose her! What else is she going to be? How do you keep that a secret for 20 years? She didnât make that choice for her kid. She made it for herself. Own it, Ashley.
And to Conservatives glomming onto this, I will quote an email I just received from the Daily Callerâs Editor At Large, Geoffrey Ingersoll:
Itâs for that outcry on the right to become so loud that Trump simply has to part ways with Musk. As far as motivations go, this much could barely be described as ulterior. Onlookers in public can see the real goal.
I supported my daughter on my own. I worked jobs that I could do either with her in a backpack (sports photography), sleeping on my chest (movie critic), working from home (horoscope writer) or in a stroller nearby (working as a janitor).
Eventually, I built my own business, which was successful enough that we would be fineâa âwoman-ownedâ business everyone on the Left approved of until they found out I voted for Trump.
But I donât regret that decision, just as I donât regret flying off to Italy and getting pregnant. Raising my daughter has been the best thing I have ever done, and there is no close second. But it was my decision.
Just like it was my bad decision not to have babies I could have had. I wish I could blame feminism or the men who got me pregnant, but I have only myself to blame. And I live with that regret every day of my life.
Do I feel sorry for the kids involved because they donât have a father around, and is that good role modeling for men? Sure, I feel bad for them. No, itâs not good role modeling for men. Like my daughter, every kid deserves that.
Iâll never forget when she was dressed up for prom and came out to show me how pretty she looked, and how much it hurt my heart that no father was around to tell her.
Sheâs the one who paid the price for MY DECISIONS, just like Ashleyâs child will pay for hers, for better or worse, but honestly, you could do a lot worse than $15 million plus $2 million more. Take it from someone who once had to scrounge for change because the Tooth Fairy arrived one night unexpectedly, and I had no money to put under her pillow.
No one offered me a payout, thatâs for sure. But it didnât matter how broke we were. Thatâs the thing about parenting: you make it work. You arenât born a parent; you become one.
Take responsibility for your own decisions, Ashley. You will need a good explanation when your child gets older, and you have to explain to him why heâs so famous now.
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I listened with an open mind to this illuminating interview between Bari Weiss at the Free Press and Jim VandeHei and Mike Allen, two of the founders of Axios, about how the public lost trust in the media.
As we watch them scramble to explain why they covered up Joe Bidenâs cognitive decline, what we see instead of an apology is an excuse.
There has never been any real reckoning of what happened to them after Trump won in 2016, all through his first term, especially in 2020, when they lost much of the publicâs trust for good.
The legacy media took a side, but worse, they positioned themselves as superior to the other side, which meant that not only werenât they chasing the story, but they werenât paying attention to those who were.
The Biden/Trump debate was Toto pulling back the curtain and exposing the Wizard of Oz. There was not much they could do after that. The jig was up.
It didnât break news for anyone who got their news outside the bubble, however. There, the media is endlessly mocked for its pandering, weakness, and propaganda.
How it Started
How itâs going:
The opening paragraphs:
The collective post-debate gloating from conservatives is in full swing this week, as Democrats reckon with the ongoing political fallout. But the immediate response on the right has focused less on the fact of Bidenâs potential mental decline than on alleging that Democrats and the mainstream press colluded to hide it.
Thatâs the kinder, gentler explanation. The alternative is that they are SO BAD at their jobs, such terrible reporters, so in the tank for one political party that they couldnât see what was right in front of them for four years. Pick one.
Itâs hard to sympathize when so many of us were left twisting in the wind, dealing with major issues in American life, from COVID to the protests to lockdowns to the woke madness in our schools. We needed a legacy press that would tell us the truth, not do the bidding of one political party.
True, they could have lost their jobs for it. That happened everywhere. Reporters lost their jobs for a headline, âBuildings Matter Too.â Donald McNeil lost his job at the New York Times because some overly fragile brat tattled on him and accused him of being a racist. But so what? Someone had to stand up for objectivity and journalism, didnât they?
What Happened to Me
The mania around race and racism was on a low simmer after Trump won the first time. Cancel culture was in full swing. Weâd already gone through the first wave of a mass hysteria episode around the Me Too movement. But none of that could compare to what happened to us when we were all locked down from COVID and the George Floyd video hit the internet.
It was seen by millions all over the world within minutes. Right after the video hit, a fake image of Derek Chauvin wearing a âMake America White Againâ MAGA hat also made the rounds, driving up the rage meter just before the largest protest in American history erupted on the streets, breaking lockdowns and forcing the Left to pivot from social distancing to masks.
It would be days before the story of the fake photo was corrected. Probably even now, many still believe it was real.
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The worst thing thatâs ever happened to the Democrats is democracy.
It must be quite an existential crisis that, after all that, the rest of the country rejected their opinion of Donald Trump. That the guy they said was a rapist, a racist, a fascist, a dictator, a Nazi, a bigot, a transphobe, a misogynist, a Russian asset, a criminal, a felon, a fraudster, a fake, a traitor, an election denier and insurrectionist, an extremist, a terrorist, a white supremacist, a phony that they impeached twice and indicted four times, and became the first presidential candidate with a mug shot, and to be convicted of a felony still won the popular vote.
That has got to really burn.
But it isnât the Trump side that is now in a perpetual state of shock because it existed inside a utopian bubble, cutting itself off from the rest of America. It isnât the Trump side that cosplayed World War II for so long that it lost touch with reality about either our world now or what really happened in World War II. It isnât the Trump side that was the empire.
Their war-torn resistance fighters were so disgusted that none of the Democrats had done enough to âstop Hitler Trump and his Nazi leader, Elon Musk,â that their approval numbers were at historic lows. DO SOMETHING, their supporters cried.
So Cory Booker took to the Senate floor to remind them of what they still stand for. And to rally the troops. He prepared in advance for the performance of his life. He denied himself food and water to go the distance. It was, for him, a chance to audition for the part of Charismatic Leader, the democrats so desperately need.
Booker found a way: Itâs not Left or Right but right or WRONG.
Itâs a far cry from Obamaâs ânot red states or blue states, but the United States.â The Democrats no longer believe that. They went from âdonât normalize Trump and his supportersâ to itâs more than justified to demonize, dehumanize, even terrorize them. They are âbad people.â Theyâre no longer welcome. Not in our culture, restaurants, movie theaters, family gatherings, and, most of all, our democracy.
Their anger stems from their class privilege of having everything they need, yet they canât accept losing something they want.
Here is Batya Ungar-Sargon:
Either the Democrats really are caught up in a mass delusion about who Trump is and why he won, or else theyâre the drama club, and none of it was ever real.
Splendor in the Grass
I wasnât just in the Drama Club in high school. I was the undisputed queen. Just ask anyone who went to high school with me. I was a terrible student. I barely graduated. My nickname was âno-show Stone,â but the one thing I showed up for was the Drama Club.
That's me as Elizabeth Proctor in the high school production of The Crucible.
In case youâve never seen or read The Crucible, Elizabeth Proctor was John Proctor's pregnant wife who was accused of witchcraft but who was spared because of the presumed innocence of her baby. Her husband, John Proctor, would be hanged.
I could never have known that all of these decades later, weâd all be living in a Salem of our own making, and Iâd be once again an accused and condemned witch.
Inside the drama club, I had a magic mirror - a small group of people who thought I hung the moon. My Drama teacher thought that too. I was his favorite, at least for a time. I didnât know the word âgroomingâ back then, but looking back on it, I see thatâs probably what he was doingâa pinch here, a grope there. On the last day of my junior year, he French kissed me just before I went away for summer break.
That Summer, he drove up to my house and dropped off a copy of the play Splendor in the Grass. I took that to mean I would be cast as the lead, the part Natalie Wood played in the movie. As the queen of the Drama Club, I got all of the leading roles. Of course, I would play Deannie.
But when it came time to cast the play, the part went to someone who wasnât even in the drama club. She was the prettiest girl in school: the Head Cheerleader and the Homecoming Queen. Our teacher had broken the silent code of the drama club - nobody from the outside is allowed in. Because if they do, our fantasy world is shattered.
Thatâs all we had. We werenât the popular kids, the cheerleaders, the jocks, the science nerds. We were people who didnât belong anywhere else. But we also liked escaping into a fantasy world of being another person other than ourselves.
During the Me Too movement, my friends would always bring up our drama teacher, but honestly, I was more angry that heâd given my part away to a prettier girl.
In reality, the Homecoming Queen was the right person to play Deannie, even if our teacher probably just had the hots for her. She was good, tooâbetter than I would have been. Because she was popular, everyone in the school came to see the play.
We were all big fish in a small pond, which gave us power we werenât willing to relinquish. But having the whole school see our play meant reality was here, whether we liked it or not.
I often think about the drama club now when I watch Christopher Guestâs hilarious Waiting for Guffman, which is about a self-important director of a small town theater group and their delusions of grandeur.
And thatâs also what I see when I look at the democrats and all of the performative protesters and activists on the Left, from Eric Swalwell to AOC to Jasmine Crocket to Chuck Schumer to Cory Booker, to all of these delusional people who believe Musk did the Nazi salute and Trump is Hitler.
They are Waiting for Guffman. They are the drama club.
Itâs a cosplay fantasy, a dystopian Renaissance Faire. None of it is real. The American people have been watching this performative outrage for almost a decade. They wanted to turn the channel so badly they voted for Donald Trump a second time, and now, here they all are, once again, caterwauling about the very democracy that just took them out of power.
They still believe that doing exactly the same thing for this long will get them a different result, the very definition of insanity.
But thereâs a darkness too, a rising violence. What they all mean when they say âHands offâ is not just âhands offâ our government, but âhands offâ everything else too.
Along with keying Teslas and violent outbursts against Trump supporters, there is a hashtag making the rounds on TikTok called âwhen it happens,â where users fantasize about Trumpâs death.
Identity First vs. America First.
During the last Civil War, the two conflicting realities were that a country founded on freedom could not own human beings vs. the false reality that slaves could not survive as free human beings and that there would be chaos and collapse if things changed.
Now, we find ourselves once again at a crossroads with two factions believing in two completely separate realities. This time, itâs not about westward expansion but rather our migration onto the new frontier of the internet, AI, and the upcoming robot revolution. What will this country be going forward? What will be our values? What will define male and female? What will decide power?
You can see each of our potential futures laid out before us. Whole generations have come of age in virtual reality, where they can choose their own avatars and have their own audiences for their own show. Itâs all performative. But to be included, you must follow the rules. If you donât, out you go.
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Like everyone else on the Left, I grew up wanting to exist in the rarified air of NPR. It was, to me, like the green light at the end of Daisyâs dock in The Great Gatsby: the place you donât belong but the only place you want to be.
I was thrilled when NPR invited me to the studio in 2012 for an interview. I even took a picture of the parking lotâanything with NPR on it.
Iâd finally made it, maâtop of the world.
I woke up with Morning Edition and spent the afternoon with All Things Considered. It required no effort at all. It was always on every time I got into my car and drove somewhere, and in Los Angeles, everyone drove everywhere.
Long before controversial CEO Katherine Maher was hired at NPR, listeners were already dropping like flies. Any honest person knows that NPR changed dramatically. Even my sister, a die-hard Democrat, joked with me in 2020 that she had to stop listening because every episode seemed to be about a âtransgender migrant crossing the border for an abortion in Texas.â
Maherâs testimony at the âAnti-American Airwaves: Accountability for the Heads of NPR and PBSâ will be seen by most on the Left as something along the lines of the House of Unamerican Activities in the 1950s and for similar reasons. Here, in the most viral exchange, Rep Gill even brings up Marxism.
Like this moment, this hearing will be shape-shifted into a story that paints them as the victims and their side as the side standing up for free speech.
The truth? They abandoned objectivity long ago, if they ever had it at all. I used to think they did. I was a faithful believer in people I thought had our best interests at heart. It took me years to understand why the Republicans have been complaining about them since their inception.
Maher is a stunner, even at her age, with her platinum blonde bob and Hepburn cheekbones. Sheâs probably not used to being dragged before a tribunal and made to answer for how NPR has abused the publicâs trust. But abuse it, they have.
She might not also be aware that this is a revolution. No, heads didnât roll, but the 2024 election was a triumph of the people, by the people, and for the peopleâa revolution made possible only by Donald Trump's alliance with Big Tech and Elon Musk especially.
To the Left, in their delusional fever dreams, they are the oppressed side. Theyâre the #resistance like back when German tanks rolled into Paris. But theyâre not. They never were. They were always the empire. How do I know? Because I was one of them. I was an enthusiastic participant in the movement that would overtake much of American society, grow its power with the rise of the internet, and spread its fundamentalism like a fungus, one that is now killing its host.
A revolution because there was no other option.
A revolution because the kids were at risk.
A revolution because this isnât a country that likes to be ruled over by an elite, out of touch aristocracy and never has.
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Many of you have asked me to post the New York Times profile because you donât have access to it, but I think that might violate copyright laws. So, I thought Iâd read it aloud instead, with some added commentary. If youâre interested, have a listen.
Here is a link to bypass the paywall.
The first part is just me talking free-form and unscripted, so donât be alarmed that it doesnât sound like the usual. If you like the free-form style, let me know, and Iâll do more of them.
Song used at the end:
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I have a soft spot for the Dirtbag Left now that I never used to have. Listening to them viciously destroy the Democratic Party scratches that itch. They were ahead of the curve, and the Democrats would have been better off not snuffing out the movement way back when.
But snuff it out, we did. Back in 2016, I was in a Facebook group devoted to doing nothing but hating on the âBernie bros.â I spent too much of my precious time trying to stop them as a movement because they threatened Hillary Clintonâs win. Like every Democrat now, I was afraid of democracy.
The Democrats find themselves in that place where the three characters from Jaws end up. Theyâve tried harpoons and three barrels on him, and nothing has worked. They finally decide to try Hooperâs shark cage, even though Brody knows thereâs no chance it will work. âYou got any better suggestions?â barks Hooper.
That Quint entertains the idea of bringing in Hooperâs cage at all was the miracle. And the desperation.
The Democrats are ready for the anti-shark cage, and so Bernie Sanders and AOC are on a western tour to âstop the oligarchy.â They finally have the exact right enemy in Elon Musk and Bernieâs âbillionaires.â Musk represents the death of their dream, that no one can get there on their wits, hard work, and ambition alone. No, this is a country where no one can rise unless everyone can rise.
Trumpâs tariffs are a potential solution to Americaâs crippling problem of income inequality that has destroyed the middle class. Thatâs the MAGA populism at work. Bernie's populism fixes the problem with much bigger government. The rich pay more to redistribute the wealth.
Is this finally the moment when we can Make America Socialist Again? A major step forward from FDRâs New Deal and Johnsonâs Great Society? Do the Democratic Socialists have a real shot at winning the nomination away from the feckless, flaccid centrists?
Is this finally the moment when the Dirtbag Left and the identity politics utopians merge to create one big movement, a Green New Deal? Will Trumpâs radical change finally be the thing that pushes the majority in a direction they never would have gone?
Recent polls show that younger generations are much more accepting and fond of socialism than older generations. It's not that hard to do the math and see what might be coming next.
How it Started
According to Neil Howe and William Strauss's 1997 book, 2008 was the crisis that sparked our Fourth Turning. This pattern plays out every 80 years, with each generation being born and living a lifetime before everything radically changes to restart America in a new direction, like the American Revolution, the Civil War, the Great Depression, and World War II.
We still donât know how big or how bad our Fourth Turning will be. To Strauss and Howe, the $700 billion bank bailout was the moment the public woke up to the imminent disaster of income inequality and a bloated oligarchy. The bailout birthed two populist movements: Occupy Wall Street and the Tea Party.
Occupy Wall Street became the Bernie movement which, after Hillaryâs loss in 2016, was dissolved into the Democrat machine. The Tea Party became Trump and MAGA. The question we have to ask is which side will prevail when the Fourth Turning comes to a close, when the policies are cemented and the country is united?
According to Howeâs new book, The Fourth Turning is Here, he edges ever so slightly to the Leftâs side of things because the dominant generation, the Millennials, are a âgo along to get alongâ personality type.
At the moment, at least to me, the MAGA side offers more for ambitious millennials, especially young men. MAGA is now the side of innovation and economic growth. If they succeed, there will be no need for a rescue mission.
But if they fail? Ben Shapiro has been dropping the prediction for a few weeks now that if Trumpâs economy begins to fail, the power that will rise is the equal and opposite reaction to Trumpâs populism: a lurch to the hard left.
Bernie and AOC are ready to bring the movement back.
Is this finally the moment where both Bernie and AOC have the right kind of anger and the right enemy they need to tap into the collective outrage of all of those crazy people out there losing their minds? People like this:
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As SpaceX and NASA elegantly brought Crew-9 down from outer space to splash into the waters of the Gulf of America, with dolphins cresting the surface to greet them upon their arrival, the lunatics on the Left were burning up the last remnants of their political capital. They were destroying Teslas.
Yes, thatâs right. With a beautiful example of American exceptionalism playing out in front of the millions watching from home, the Left took the opportunity to march around in their poopie diapers and tell America that all they know how to do is destroy things.
Anyone who might have regretted voting for Trump because they were moving too fast was suddenly reminded of why they voted for him in the first place. Because the other side is stark, raving bonkers.
They have already humiliated themselves at Trumpâs address to Congress. Their approval numbers have never been lower.
It isnât just that they are feckless, rudderless, and leaderless; they are also doing the one thing no political movement should ever do if it wants to rise to power: showing Americans that they are prepared to act out violently when they donât get their way.
Granted, they have the luxury of an entire legacy press corps that will run cover for them, praise them, and pretend itâs no big deal. But we know itâs a big deal because weâve been living with their violent outbursts for ten years.
Now that theyâve decided to interpret Elon Muskâs wave to the crowd as a Nazi salute, they feel more than justified to rally as a movement and wage war on a successful car company that produces electric cars. They want every wealthy liberal who ever bought a Tesla to regret it, sell it, or use one of those embarrassing stickers that signal to the mob to skip their car. Theyâre one of the good guys.
They hide behind billionaires this and oligarchs that, but they had absolutely no hesitation in bringing down hundreds of businesses, those that had somehow managed to survive lockdowns were then destroyed by a violent mob in the Summer of 2020. Remember Sueâs 100-year-old mattress store in Kenosha?
In their fever dreamâand I promise I am not exaggerating, not even a little bitâthey believe their acts of terror and vandalism against Teslas will bring down the company and force Musk into bankruptcy, so he will have to sell Twitter/X because they believe it was stolen from them.
What you see on the modern Left is failure everywhere you look. A failed legacy media, a failing Hollywood, and an empire in collapse propped up a failed political party full of failed candidates.
Here is failed Vice Presidential candidate Tim Walz doing the Hitler salute while trashing a company he could never build, much less come close to making profitable.
Walz is roaring back to prove that he didnât fail - heâs still that Great White Hope they all said he was. All he has to do is signal to the mob that he can be as vicious as they need him to be.
Here is a failed 80s heartthrob, John Cusack, who proves that old Johnny Boy never cracked open a history book. Heâs not only ignorant, he displays it openly on social media:
Here is failed resistance warrior Rick Wilson, who must somehow keep the dream alive after Trump wiped up the floor with him, and very nearly destroyed his credibility.
Wilsonâs infamous pre-election prediction that Trump would lose and lose badly looks a lot more like pissing in the wind, doesnât it:
Theyâre not in any condition to lead this country. Theyâre behaving like those late-night rap sessions with Charlie on Spahn Ranch as they plot about the revolution. The look in the eyes of all the âresistance democratsâ looks a lot like the crazy eyes of those Manson girls bragging about stabbing Sharon Tate.
But hereâs the thing. Theyâre making it all way too hard on themselves. There is an easier way. Itâs been right there the whole time. It is the answer to all that ails them. It will work like a charm if only they can embrace that they are the very thing they believe theyâve been fighting against.
Embrace Your Inner Fascists, Democrats. Itâs time.
The Democrats lost their minds so thoroughly and completely over Trumpâs win in 2016, that they decided this was now their country and everything in it belonged to them. They amassed an unprecedented alignment of power, uniting government with all cultural and corporate institutions. It was all for one and one for all. You know, like the very definition of fascism?
All sticks bundled together as one! A fasci!
Once they claimed most of American society for themselves, they were able to build a barrier, an âinsideâ that locked the bad people on the âoutside.â Then, the purges began. Break our rules, and out you go. No one was safe, not the powerful, corporations, or the people. Conform or else, which is also the very definition of fascism.
It would be Communism, except the Left needs to be seen as better, superior, smarter, more kind, more decent - not equal to everyone else. No, they donât believe that. Fascism, thatâs the answer. Thatâs why they plunge lawn signs in front of their houses, to tell everyone else how superior they are but also to signal to the mob that theyâre on the right side.
But to embrace your inner fascists, Democrats, you will have to start telling the truth about who you are. Why hide it by now?
So letâs rewrite this lawn sign, shall we? In this home, we believe:
Dictatorship over democracy because democracy means the âwrongâ people might win. They donât belong in OUR HOME. As fascists, you donât even need elections at all, and you kinda didnât, did you? Vote blue no matter who, elbow out any competition, force Biden on everyone, and then install Kamala Harris. See how close you already are?Solution: why not build gulags and have them all spirited away? So much easier. Stalin did it. Hitler did it. Mao did it. Whatâs the problem, Democrats?
Now, if Gwen Stefani accidentally posts a video with Tucker Carlson in it, or someone lets it slip they are friends with a Trump supporter or, gasp, voted for Trump themselves, you can simply lock them away instead of wasting all of your time and energy destroying their lives.
Lies over truth: You lie all of the time, to yourselves and to other peopleâthe legacy media lies. Hollywood lies. Women are men, and men are women, but gender is not binary. Solution: As fascists, there is no argument. You take complete control of the press (oh, wait, you already did) and force everyone to accept your version of the truth (oh wait, you already did!) and then mandate it so all must obey (yeah, you tried that, didnât work out so well).
Division over unity: Admit it. You would prefer to be living in a segregated society with Trump supporters banned from your restaurants, your movie theaters, your schools, and your social media. You donât even hide it anymore. Solution: As fascists, you can simply beat them up, spit on them, knock the hats off their heads, kick them out of restaurants, and harass them on airplanes. Oh wait, you already did!
Fear over hope: The side where people are afraid to say what they really think is the fascist side. Why are people afraid? Because they know what will happen to them if they ever tell the truth. Solution: Make lists. Stalin did it. Oh, I know heâs technically not a fascist, but close enough.
Fiction over Science: Like biological men arenât any different from biological women. There is no advantage in sports? Trans kids have always existed. Itâs healthcare. Itâs not a cult. There is no castrating young men. Theyâre not men. Theyâre women because trans women are women! Removing breasts and destroying the reproductive organs of young girls is perfectly fine because theyâre not girls. Solution: As fascists, you donât even need science. You can simply perform your medical experiments at will. If anyone objects, off to the gulag they must go.
You see, Democrats, the answer has always been right there. All you have to do is embrace the fascists you really are. You donât even need a leader. It doesnât have to be about race. It can simply be about what you really want: conform or else and all power to the state.
Spirited Away
I could never have known what it felt like to be unpersoned by the side I used to call home, to have their attack machines trained on me, on my business, on my personal safety until I walked in the shoes of Trump supporters.
I know that I have to be quiet in my town. I canât let them know who I am because I know what that will mean. They wonât say hello to me anymore. They will walk the other way when they see me coming. Who knows what else they might do?
The most terrifying thing about it isnât so much losing everything. I grew up poor, I struggled to pay the rent for most of my life. Thatâs nothing new. No, it was seeing people I thought I knew participate in the unpersoning of someone they once called a friend. Watching them remove me from their lists and not invite me to screenings or parties because I was no longer worthy of being one of them chilled me to my bones. Itâs something Iâll never forget.
I always thought we were the good guys, that we knew the difference between right and wrong, that we wouldnât dehumanize whole groups of people because we didnât agree on everything, and tell them they were no longer welcome in their own country.
We have elections so the people decide how they want to be represented. But the Democrats donât believe that at all, do they? They decided our elections didnât matter because the people voting in them didnât matter. Instead of respecting the results, they keep fighting their imaginary war, with their violence escalating to dangerous levels.
Power is not something people give up willingly, especially not those who are used to being in control of everything.
Your value inside utopia depends on your going along with all of it and doing so with a smile on your face and rationalization in your heart. Iâm not really like that, they tell themselves.
Except that they are. That is exactly who they are. Do you think Rick Wilson or Jimmy Kimmel or John Cusack or any of those crazy-eyed Democrats on TikTok would hesitate to throw Elon Musk, Trump, and all of their supporters into a detainment center? They would not.
Youâve scared the crap out of America, Democrats. Theyâre not likely to vote for you any time soon. So why not put another line on that lawn sign to read: Fascism, itâs not so bad after all.
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After my story Who Killed the Oscars was published in Tablet, I received this letter:
Indeed, I didnât explain why I voted for Trump in the Tablet piece. It was already too long. No doubt many reading it thought, who cares what she thinks? She voted for Trump. Iâm sure there was a time when I would have thought the same thing. I used to be a faithful, loyal Democrat. I used to be a cheerleader for Hollywood. I thought I would do anything for love. But I found out that there was one thing I couldnât do.
But know this: itâs never been a story about what happened to me. Itâs always been a story about what happened to the Left.
So letâs do a Part Two of the Tablet Piece and call it:
Who Killed the Democratic Party?
The first time I remember voting for the Democrats was back in the 1980s. I wore a Dukakis button as a Women's Only Health Spa receptionist. A customer saw my pin and said, âWhy are you voting for Du-Tax-us?â I looked at her, confused. I didnât know why I was voting for him. âNever mind,â she said to me. âYou probably never even went to college.â
I knew enough back then that we were different from the Republicans. That political divide had lasted since Nixon's days. They were uncool and had all of the power. We were cool but had no power. We were the subversive side, the Blue Velvet to their Top Gun.
That customerâs words tumbled around in my head long enough to motivate me to go to college and finally graduate from UCLA at 29, the first person in my family to do so. While a student there, I saw Bill Clinton speak. All of that charisma suckered me in, and now I knew why I was a Democrat. It wasnât complicated. Iâll have what heâs having.
After I dropped out of graduate film school to chase some loser dude back to Los Angeles, my life came apart so spectacularly that I escaped to migrate online, where I would work and live for the next 30 years.
The internet changed everything. It gave so many of us a voice and a platform. Anyone could have a website online. Anyone could generate news. The question of who would control it was never asked because it was obvious. The Democrats did. We colonized itâthe New Frontier in Cyberspace.
Obama was as wedded to Silicon Valley as he was to Hollywood. I was in the right place at the right time, a Good Soldier for the Left as a member of a newly mobilized army on Twitter, rallying behind our leader, the nationâs first Black president.
We were more connected than ever before at a time when more people were alive than ever before. On the âinside,â things always felt so big, so monumental. On the âoutside,â life went on as normal among âThe Proles.â We were in the early stages of 1984 if Whole Foods catered it.
It was an alignment of power not seen since the utopian days of post-war 1950s America when government and culture aligned to snuff out the Communist threat. With an iPhone in my pocket and high-speed internet, I did my duty every day as a Good Liberal fighting the good fight.
It wasnât until Obamaâs re-election bid in 2012 that I understood I was part of a hive mind that could manipulate the media narrative and thus create the reality we wanted. We could stretch the truthâor lieâabout, say, Mitt Romney and the âBinders of women,â and it worked. The legacy press would print our headlines. Clickbait would do the rest. Eventually, it trickled down into the homes of ordinary Americans.
It wasnât just politics. It went much deeper than that. We were different people now, better people, good people doing things, something the Left never was throughout my entire life as a child of the counterculture 60s and 70s. But to be that good, we need to target people who were that bad. We needed a receptacle for our collective sins.
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In May 2016, I surprised my daughter for her 18th birthday with a getaway to New York City to see her favorite play, Hamilton, in the Richard Rogers Theater with the original cast. We would fly out for a day and then fly back. It would cost way too much money, Iâd get my wallet stolen, but I only had one daughter, and you only turned 18 once.
We were both obsessed with Hamilton. We knew every word of every song. It lived inside of us. It wasnât just that it was brilliant, funny, moving, inventive and original. It also reminded all of us what this countryâs founding principles were about. Best of all, it made learning history fun and cool. It was Schoolhouse Rock for a new generation.
When taking long road trips, we would blast the soundtrack, screaming every word. Weâd start at the beginning and run through the entire play. Our inside jokes were witty asides from the play that weâd quote to each other so often that we had to force ourselves to stop because, after years of this, it was getting old.
By casting so many diverse people to play historical figures and making it a hip-hop musical, Hamilton was a bridge to the Black communities that were so often excluded from the Broadway experience and elite culture in general. Hamilton was for everybody, I thought. That was eight years ago.
As a devoted Obama supporter and, in 2016, a Hillary Clinton loyalist, I was overjoyed at the prospect of the first woman president to follow the first Black president. Heading into the election, I wrote this piece:
I wrote:
The election of Hillary Clinton is one of the most important battles in the war between two Americas. One America was built and maintained exclusively by and for white men. That demographic has awakened extremists on the left and right. The other America redeems the promise of possibility for everyone, no matter their status or skin color or class. That America has produced the nationâs first black president who not only lasted one term, but two, and who now promises to make history by helping elect another Democrat to follow his two terms. Electing Hillary Clinton doesnât just say, âWeâre electing a woman for the first time in our countryâs history.â It also dares to say the first black American president was so successful he did the impossible by electing his chosen successor.
I didnât notice back then that the Clinton campaign rented the entire Richard Rogers theater as a fundraiser. Tickets start at $2,700 a pop. I would never have thought twice about it. We were on the right side. It was an âall-of-societyâ effort to stop Trump. We were the good guys fighting the good fight, so why wouldnât Hamilton be used that way?
Lin-Manuel Mirandaâs entire career exists only because of Barack Obama. 15 years ago, in 2009, in Obamaâs first year in office, Miranda performed this at the White House:
Over the years, Obama would co-opt the reputations and careers of major artists like Bruce Springsteen, Tom Hanks, and, yes, Lin-Manuel Miranda. They would become ride-or-die for the president, which wasnât something I would have noticed back then.
As Mirandaâs play exploded and became instantly profitable and popular, we all took that to mean that everyone wanted to be included in our America. It was the better, cooler America. But that changed when Trump won. Now, all we could see was a hostile country that just rejected us.
Even when the cast called out Mike Pence during the performance to protest the Trump administration, I never thought about whether it was bipartisan or not. I knew it wasnât and I agreed with it. I couldnât see the line between art and propaganda.
But now I can. All it took was this statement by the producer of Hamilton, Jeffrey Seller, wherein the play cancels itself, hiding behind the usual gaslighting and rationalizations so common on the left:
Notice right off the language here. He is doing what all establishment Democrats and Republicans have done for eight years: ignore the voices of the people. Trump defeated them not once but twice. If you believe in the founding principles of this country, you must respect their voices. But they donât. The message they give is not for all Americans. It is only those Americans who agree with their ongoing delusions about Trump.
What they canât stand is that Trump is now saying this culture does not belong only to them anymore. It belongs to all of us, even the unwashed masses all of them abandoned years ago and continue to demonize in films, in plays, in comedy, in journalism, in all of their award shows. Weâre to accept that this only goes one way. That they have a right to decide what our culture will be and Trump and his supporters do not.
You did this. YOU did this. You forced Trump and his supporters to beat down the walls of the castle to be included in Americaâs culture. This is YOUR fault. You politicized it. You pushed propaganda on all of us for years. And now, you canât stand it that you no longer control it, can you?
Trumpâs second win was a complete and total humiliation and repudiation. They still refuse to learn that lesson. They refuse to move aside and allow this country to evolve into whatever it will be now.
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Itâs Oscar Sunday, a ceremony fueled by one thing: publicity. We turn ordinary people into gods and goddesses by telling flattering myths about who they are and why theyâre important. The ânarrativeâ gives voters a reason to care and almost always drives the win.
In Hollywood, theyâre not planning on changing anything, just as the Democrats wonât. They havenât noticed that, as theyâre watching the band play on, the ship is made of iron and will sink.
What do they even stand for anymore? Transing the kids, open borders for cheap labor, and most importantly, the war in Ukraine. Attending the Oscars is like supporting the Democrats, like supporting Zelenskyâan alignment of power like no other.
Unsuspecting dreamers who rise in Hollywood are often warned never to believe their own publicity. Anyone who has ever worked in publicity, or the Oscar race as I have, knows itâs nothing but pretty lies. It isnât journalism. It isnât criticism. It isnât the truth. Itâs like photoshopping a life.
The Zelensky myth is necessary to keep hope alive that the Democrats didnât humiliate themselves when they lost to Trump a second time. No, it wasnât their failures. It had nothing to do with selling false narratives about Hillary and Joe, forcing voters to go along with it. This is bigger than an ordinary election. They are at war with the new âaxis of evil.â And why not? Theyâre the âresistance,â after all.
Zelenskyâs entitled behavior in the Oval Office was proof enough that he believed his own publicity and lost perspective of who he was in this fight. Heâs not the man who can demand anything from the United States. But whoâs going to tell him?
Certainly not the legacy media. Not the Democrats. Not Hollywood.
Almost as soon as the war began, there didnât seem to be any difference between celebrities, the Democrats and Zelensky. The Ukrainian Tom Cruise was suddenly everywhere, not just at award shows but on television, appearing at celebrity and news events alike, smearing together politics and culture like peanut butter and jelly. His war was supposed to be our war. If you were against it, you were âpro-Putin.â
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In the hottest hell of our imaginations, two Fascists and a Communist escape into a corner bar, the Barbarossa.
The black-haired man with a tiny caterpillar mustache sits in an empty booth. He is Adolf Hitler, known to his people as Mein Fuhrer. A shorter man with a thicker, fatter mustache sits at a table in the middle of the room. He is Joseph Stalin, known as Comrade or Generalissimo. And the third man doesnât know where to sit. Barrel-chested and wide-eyed, with a cleanly shaven faceâno mustacheâhe is Benito Mussolini, known to his people as Il Duce.
âSit, Benito,â Hitler says, pointing to the bar. Mussolini does as he is told.
A tiny woman with straggly grey hair flying everywhere appears but does not make eye contact with the three dictators. She hovers and awaits her orders, pulling on her white apron. Quivering in fear, she admonishes her considerable sins and accepts her fate.
âWhat are we drinking?â Stalin says.
âTea for me in a porcelain cup,â says Hitler. âAnd something sweet. Pralines!â
âI will just have the usual,â Mussolini says.
âSame for me,â says Stalin.
The woman scurries back into the darkness and emerges moments later with a bottle of vodka, a tall glass of milk, and a saucer of pralines, which she places before Hitler. He rubs his hands together excitedly like a schoolboy. âMmmmm, my favorite!â Says Hitler, âBut whereâs the tea!â The woman startles and nods furiously but must first place the vodka on Stalinâs table with a shot glass and then finally serve Mussolini his tall glass of milk.
As the wench turns to leave, Hitler stews. Itâs taking too long. He pounds his fist on the table, and the woman races off.
âThatâs always been your problem, Adolf. You are too impatient,â Stalin says, pouring himself a glass. âImpatient and impulsive.â
Hitler scoffs. âEnjoy your âwater,â Joseph. Do you think weâre that stupid?â
The cursed woman returns, taking care not to spill the cup of hot tea on Hitler as she carefully places it before him. Hitler dismisses her with a wave.
âWater,â Stalin says, âHow would you ever know, even it was?â
âWeâre already bored of your little tiresome games,â Hitler says.
Now, Mussolini pounds his fist on the bar. âWill both of you SHUT UP? We have urgent business to attend to.â
Hitler and Stalin share a look. Then, both break into giggles.
âWHAT is so funny if I may ask?â Mussolini says.
âYou, uh, have a bit of a milk mustache, Benito; it looks like mine!â says Stalin.
Mussolini slides his sleeve across his face, wiping off the milk, but remains defiant.
âStop laughing, Adolf!â
Hitler covers his mouth to try to keep from laughing.
âHa Ha real funny,â Mussolini says. âI used to drink milk for breakfast. Now, Itâs for my stomach. A terrible ulcer.â
âSettle down, Benito,â Hitler says. âWe did not gather here to discuss your dietary preferences.â
âYouâre one to talk,â Mussolini says. âMaybe if youâd laid off the sugar, you might haveââ
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Iâve been watching in horror for the past ten years as the Left - aka, the people with all of the institutional power - lose their minds. I know they donât see it that way. They think Iâm the one who lost my mind. I was radicalized by the Right, they think. I had a nervous breakdown, they think. But the truth is that I havenât changed. The only thing I did was refuse to go along with the madness.
Oh, donât get me wrong. I went along with it at first. Even though history told me Trump couldnât lose in 2016, I was still awash in misery and fear not just that year but every year of his presidency until the very last one when I realized everything I once believed was an illusion.
I was in a bubble, a feedback loop, built by social media, tribalism, collectivism, and a wildly dishonest legacy press. My mistake was trusting that they were telling me the truth. I was shocked to find in 2020 that they were not. They were gaslighting us, doing the bidding of the Democratic Party, just as they are doing now.
As an example of the level of hysteria weâre dealing with here, a review posted in Variety details how the Brazilian film, Iâm Still Here is a âwarningâ for the United States. The headline, âIt could happen here.â
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Everywhere I look, I see the telltale hysteria that gripped my former party back in 2016. I was a good soldier for the Left, fighting for what I believed was the right side. The hysteria spread, infecting every corner of the Left, and at some point, we lost touch with reality.
What was this that had happened to us, I wondered. Why had we abandoned our humanity? Why did the side that used to be the good guys, at least to me, feel so comfortable sliding into dehumanizing and degrading half the country? As I began asking questions, sooner or later, I would get the same one back again, âWhat happened to you?â But the right question was never what happened to me.
The Democrats have had almost ten years to figure out that the problem was never Trump. It was always us and the pristine utopian world we built for ourselves using the internet, social media, and a charismatic leader like Barack Obama. It was a New America where everyone got a seat at the table.
The Left always says the first Black president rousted the racists out of hiding, and they lost their minds. But the truth is, it was those of us on the Left who lost our minds with the first Black president. It became an addiction for us, this euphoric feeling of changing the world, of making history. Of being good.
Trumpâs win kicked all of us into a level of mass hysteria we couldnât control then or now. As you can see by the headlines, every day is the end of the world - itâs a threat to Democracy, a Constitutional Crisis, a Nazi salute, a fascist in the White House. Everyone is to be feared. Every decision they make is bad and dangerous.
The Democrats didnât learn the lesson in 2016 that Trump represented a large portion of this country that had been abandoned and forgotten by us. We not only decided we were the chosen people to bring our new world to the promised land, but we also decided they were the bad people â the RACISTS â who must be kept out of our government, our culture, our institutions, our corporations â even our restaurants, our movie theaters, and our award shows.
As with most utopias gone wrong, there was no due process or presumption of innocence. It was accuse lest ye be accused. It was apologize or else. It was guilty until proven innocent. We all lived in fear of a tyrannical mob on social media with the power to decide who gets to stay and who must go.
What was all of this madness, this hysteria we were experiencing? It was a combination of algorithms our brains were not ready for, and how weâd cut ourselves off from the everyday lives of ordinary Americans. They at least still had one foot in normal. But us? We were crippled by delusion, ruled by hysteria.
Trump threatened everything. He knocked down our carefully constructed utopian diorama with glee, and his supporters loved him for it. We just werenât prepared for how hysteria takes hold and scares so many of us all at once. It was pure madness, and we were helpless against it.
The hysteria spread to the corporate press, who got most of their information from Twitter, which was a mass hysteria delivery device. And that hysteria trickled down into the homes of anyone watching mainstream cable news. It was at the gym, airports, and the laundry mat. It was white noise in the background, selling our delusions as our new normal âquietly scaring Americans every day of the week.
The hysteria brought down the empire as we attacked every potential threat to our utopia - movies, books, history, statues, buildings, words, jokes, poetry, science, marriage, men, the color of our skin, the words that came out of our mouths, what we could say online and what we couldnât. Obey the rules or else. Be quiet or else. Sooner or later, it was bound to get to the kids. And when it did, not enough of us stood up and said ENOUGH.
Usually, this would be when the FBI busts in and breaks it all up, but we controlled the FBI, so they would do nothing.
I was one of the lucky ones. I got out in 2020 after the mob turned on me one too many times. If it wasnât true about me, everything they accused me of, there was a good chance it wasnât true about MAGA either. And it wasnât. If you wanted to tell my story as a former Good Liberal who was radicalized online, you can think of it like this: I was radicalized by kindness, decency, and a desire to be free.
All the Democrats and the Left ever had to do was snap out of it. See Trump and his supporters as actual human beings and not separate us and categorize us by the color of our skin and insist that the bloodshed of history still lives inside all of us. They could reach out and show some decency, let the rest of the country back inside the castle walls. But even that was too much of a risk for an empire in collapse.
But be that as it may, until the Democrats get a grip, they must be kept out of power. So herewith are guidelines for the Democrats on how to keep losing elections, and I really think they should listen to me, donât you?
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âWith this Executive Order, the war on womenâs sports is over.â - Donald Trump, 45th and 47th President of the United States.
What must it have felt like for all of those feminists on the Left who have spent the better part of a decade insisting Trump was an enemy to women - a rapist, a sexual harasser, an assaulter â to see so many young girls encircling him as he helped protect their future with the swipe of his pen?
What they should be asking themselves is how it ever came to this. How did we raise a generation to believe such falsehoods about themselves or to feel the need to be something other than who they are? Or to lie about the biological differences between men and women or to teach them never to speak up when they know something is wrong.
How did it arrive with so many millions of people too afraid to stand up for them? How did we get to 2024 with the Left handing over the cornerstone of their movement to Trump?
Look no further than The Coddling of the American Mind as written in the book by Greg Lukianoff and Jonathan Haidt, which has now been turned into a movie:
Most people on the Left recognize there is a problem, but they wonât agree with so many of us that Trump and his tough love are the way out of it, probably not even Lukianoff and Haidt.
But the time for niceties is over. We canât worry about whose feelings might be hurt or who might be offended. No. This is the time to save America and its young from a dominant contagion that has overtaken nearly every corner of American life.
It isnât just the denial of science and reality. Itâs that so many have become so afraid of just words that we can do nothing except blow past them and try to salvage whatever is left.
Weâve arrived all the way on the opposite end of where the Greatest Generation was when they were sent to war to save the world from Hitler. How did we get from Patton and MacArthur and Eisenhower to a generation who believe that words have the power to destroy them? Just words? Imagine George Patton arriving in modern-day America. What would he make of the nationâs young people?
Or MacArthur. The guy who said, âIt is fatal to enter a war without the will to win it.â And âYou are remembered for the rules you break.â And âYou don't win wars by dying for your country. You win wars by making the other son of a b***h die for his.â
How did we get from that to this?
I donât know what makes Donald Trump so tough and resilient. But I do know that whatever he has, we could use a lot more of it to help us un-coddle the American mind not a moment too soon.
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Hunter S. Thompson wrote in his book Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail:
The "mood of the nation," in 1972, was so overwhelmingly vengeful, greedy, bigoted, and blindly reactionary that no presidential candidate who even faintly reminded "typical voters" of the fear & anxiety they'd felt during the constant "social upheavals" of the 1960s had any chance at all of beating Nixon last year--not even Ted Kennedy--because the pendulum "effect" that began with Nixon's slim victory in '68 was totally irreversible by 1972. After a decade of left-bent chaos, the Silent Majority was so deep in a behavorial sink that their only feeling for politics was a powerful sense of revulsion. All they wanted in the White House was a man who would leave them alone and do anything necessary to bring calmness back into their lives.â
Itâs hard to believe that the Democrats became so crazy that they made Trump seem like the normal one, the only person who could bring calm back into our lives.
I felt happy the other day and thought, what is this strange feeling? It wasnât so much that I was happy with all of what Trump was doing, but he did the one thing that had been keeping me up at night - his Executive Order to end âgender-affirming careâ for minors.
Iâm not foolish enough to think that these big moves Trump and his team are making will bring about permanent change, but heâs shaking the tree, standing up to the most powerful forces in the country, and doing exactly what we, the voters, asked him to do.
Trump isnât the problem. Itâs the crumbling empire that refuses to relinquish power and insists so many of its delusions and narratives must be adhered to, even now. Adam Schiff and Elizabeth Warren reminded us that they donât really seem to care about how the election turned out. They didnât even turn the page.
They donât seem to have gotten the message that theyâre still considered too crazy to govern. Itâs the exact kind of crazy that drove Nixon to a landslide victory and eventually put Reagan in power, keeping Democrats out of the White House for the next 12 years. As things look now, thatâs exactly how it will play out.
I sometimes peer into the crazy on TikTok. Women wearing red lipstick in silent protest. Young and old alike screeching and caterwauling at Trump supporters, pleading with them, mocking and dehumanizing them, then begging them to see Trump as the embodiment of all of the evil in the world. How frustrating it must be for them to know that the silent majority doesnât agree.
How frustrating it must be that they keep screaming racists, Nazis, fascists! And still be seen as the crazier side.
With the election of DNC Chair Ken Martin and Vice Chair David Hogg, they seem to be sending a message to their voters that theyâre done with the âwokeâ thing, and maybe now they can un-crazy themselves with two boring âwhite dudes.â
The last time the Democrats tried to un-crazy themselves, it didnât go so well. After losing every state except Massachusetts in 1972 and the even worse Jimmy Carter presidency, the Democrats settled on the idea that bland and boring middle manager types were better than chasing the dream.
This âbland and boringâ reset doesnât undo the crazy but disguises it. Look to the future, they say. Gun control, they say. Bring the fight to the Republicans, they say. But they still canât solve the problem because they are the problem.
The star, their Great White Hope, their version of the âbro-whispererâ to bring in the young people is David Hogg, mass shooting survivor turned activist influencer.
And heâs just Ken:
The worst sign is that nothing much has changed except appearances. The party is still leaning into the establishment of old, which means they arenât sending a message to voters that they are, in any way, prepared to deal with the mess they made over the past four years.
What should worry the Democrats, not that they will pay any attention, is that there is no plan to clean house, which is what theyâd need to do to have any real pitch to win back the voters they lost. They seem to be doing the bare minimum, admitting nothing, with Barack Obama still guiding the ship.
They really do think they can sweep it all under the rug â hiding Joe Bidenâs age, the Afghanistan withdrawal, the censorship machine, George Clooney op-ed, how Biden refused to leave, whatever they threatened him with, and the manufactured candidacy of Kamala Harris.
How much better would it be for them if they admitted their party had become too corrupt to function? And too crazy to lead? But they wonât because that other America still exists inside the utopian bunker theyâve been hiding in all this time.
In choosing David Hogg, the Democrats prove they have no plans to roll back the crazy, which, of course, I already knew. This goes deeper for them than politics. This is who they are. This is how they see the world.
With Martin and Hogg (which sounds like a leather boot manufacturer) theyâre sending a message to those of us who have defected from the party that nothing has changed. There were no lessons learned, no reckoning to be had.
Says Adam B. Coleman:
When I was a Democrat, we believed in classically liberal principles, like freedom of speech and fairness for all people, not just some people. They elevated serious and, dare I say, likable individuals within the party. At one point, The Democrats seemed like the "cool" party with aspirational and better ideas.
But now, The Democrats are the party of dogma. There is nothing inquisitive or reflective about the party. They are verbal one-trick ponies, twisting their words to validate their end-goal ambition regardless if it works or not.
Iâve seen tweets by people who are hoping their ongoing hysteria about Trumpâs first ten days will send people like me running back into their arms. But the problem has never been Trump. The problem has always been them, what they did to this country, what they did to the party, what they did to themselves.
Just like the silent majority ran from them back in 1972 and 1980, so too are we all still okay with Trump, even with the chaos, because heâs not them.
It took me four years to realize that. But once you see it, you canât unsee it, and there is no going back, at least not until they clean house and un-crazy themselves.
So weâll see bland candidates running for president as they attempt to tack to the center, but the crazy will follow them like toilet paper stuck to the bottom of their shoes.
The âMood of the Nationâ
The last time the Democrats scared America, I was just a kid. I grew up in Topanga Canyon around the same time as the Manson family lived there, not to mention it being a hotbed for old-time rock nâ rollers, surfers, and cults. Nothing scared me as much as Charles Manson, whose face stared out at us from the cover of magazines. Those crazy eyes, that âXâ scar between his brows.
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The Intolerant Liberal is a new species that has arrived on the scene. They are not like the liberals of old. They would never make an offensive joke, and they are perfectly happy to not only point out those who do but join in on the mob that punishes them.
The Intolerant liberals have forgotten much of the great art that used to define them way back in the day. They have forgotten Shirley Jacksonâs The Lottery, Arthur Millerâs The Crucible, and all of those on-point Twilight Zone episodes, like Itâs a Good Life and The Monsters, are Due on Maple Street.
Theyâve forgotten how funny it was to listen to Sam Kinison make one offensive joke after the next, gifting us with the necessary release of laughter, the very thing we need to stay sane.
Richard Pryor would not survive a minute in the time of Intolerant Liberals.
Therein lies Survival Tip Number One: They canât take a joke. Oh, boy, can they not take a joke. If every single day is the end of the world, how can anything be funny? Itâs not funny. Itâs HARM. Social media has given them a way to dissect every joke and every word said by everyone.
Imagine how fast sanity would return if they admitted that Trump was funny.
Thatâs all it would take to open up the door to the Doomsday Bunker so they, too, can break free from the mass delusion that they are the âoppressed resistance.â And yetâŠthey canât. Theyâve never been the resistance. Theyâve always been The Empire, an Empire that is now collapsing.
The richest Intolerant Liberals in the world seem to need Trump because how else to justify their wealth and privilege while they sell ice cream called âEat the Richâ?
Note how this Intolerant Liberal throws in âbook banning,â as though they are the side that has any room to talk. Books arenât banned because they never make it past the assistantâs desk unless they project the ideals of Utopia.
Weâve seen how books by JK Rowling and Dr. Seuss have been left off of reading lists, how warning labels have been affixed to movies because the Intolerant Liberals are so afraid of one personâs mental breakdown and ensuing social media backlash that they play it safe. Here is a screenshot of a trigger warning, posted by Kat Rosenfield:
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One Last RideâŠ.
=Itâs been a long time coming, hasnât it MAGA? What a ride itâs been for you.
As people like me were arguing with Bernie bros about the 2016 nomination for president and were caught up in our unending phantasmagoria about a âreality TV starâ who was rising in the ranks on the Right, you were being verbally and physically attacked already, bullied at rallies, spit on, kicked, called racists, Nazis, fascists, bigots. It would only get worse.
How far youâve come from the last inaugural when so many protesters burned cars and smashed windows, screaming, âNot my president.â
The beautiful and elegant Melania Trump never graced the cover of any magazine. They mocked her Christmas decorations and called her an uncaring Nazi.
But almost no one got it worse than Ivanka Trump, although all the Trump kids were put through the dehumanizer the Left had become. They were called ugly and inbred. There were jokes about Trump sleeping with his own daughter just because he was proud of her and praised her, as he does all of his kids. This was mainstream on the Left, dehumanization on a grand scale.
As long as that was the version we told ourselves â that they were the rich, hollow, power-hungry elites like the cast of Succession, we could convince ourselves we were the hard-scrabble people lifting up the minority class and making the world a better place one marginalized group at a time. But what of the majority?
It would eventually lead to the government and their media lying about you on January 6th, riding the hysteria to ban the social media app Parler from Amazonâs web server and the then-sitting president of the United States from YouTube, Facebook, and Twitter.
It seemed there was no place for you in America anymore. But what did you do in the face of that kind of social and political oppression? You rose up, and you fought back. You didnât have to do it by smashing windows or protesting. You did it with true grit, organizing, fundraising, and keeping the MAGA spirit high. You never lost your faith because you knew exactly what you were fighting for and what you were up against.
And most of all, your unbreakable loyalty to Trump kept hope alive that one day there might be fairness in government, in our culture, and in our major institutions that decided it was perfectly fine to treat you like hostile invaders in your own country.
But people like me had no idea that it was happening. What we heard was that Trumpâs rallies were violent, that his supporters were beating up Black people, and that his rallies were like Hitlerâs. If you scare people enough, theyâll go along with anything.
We were the side that had all of the power. We were the empire. We were never the resistance. That we turned our helplessness and fanaticism into dehumanizing half the country is a shame we should never live down.
I didnât realize it until 2020. I was so trusting of people like Rachel Maddow. I listened to NPR without even thinking about their political bias. We were the side that told the truth, I believed. We werenât fooled by Fox News and Breitbart. How could anyone not trust NBC News? How could I ever think that what they told me on CNN might not be the whole story?
I didnât realize until the Tom Cotton op-ed disaster at the New York Times that my information was being carefully curated. I watched all of my friends and colleagues crucify Bari Weiss on Twitter for allowing the Cotton piece to be published in the New York Times. It was harm, they said. It would get people killed, they said. It terrorized their staff, they said.
Tom Cotton was a United States Senator who merely reported what most Americans already believed. The protests were violent and destructive. A majority of Americans wanted the military to be brought in. Bari Weiss was trying to give the majority a voice in the paper of record.
But as weâd done with almost every news story since the beginning of the Trump era, we stretched the truth like taffy to suit our needs. Trump was Hitler, and this was fascismâ weâd all convinced ourselves to believe, and with the help of the military âexperts,â they trotted out to agree.
The truth? They needed the protests to be as violent and chaotic as possible. They encouraged them to make Trump look bad.
By 2020, Iâd already been the target of so much abuse from the Left. I was called a âwhite supremacist,â a bigot, a racist, and a transphobe. Many on the Left now just assume itâs true âthat I âwent to the dark side.â
Not a day goes by that someone from my former side does not lob me with some kind of hateful insult. Just yesterday, I was told by a long-time follower of my film site that I was a âvile person,â and they regretted ever following me for all of those years. âEnjoy MAGA,â he said.
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