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The Republican Party is the party of civil rights and the four F’s: faith, family, freedom and fairness.
The Democratic Party is the party of the four S’s: slavery, secession, segregation and socialism (Quote By Author Michael Scheuer).
Ammo Grrrll rubs it
in with great dexterity as she wonders IF A CELEBRITY THREATENS TO LEAVE, AND
NOBODY CARES, IS SHE STILL A CELEBRITY?
One time, maybe 25
years ago, a male client whose workforce was mostly female was wearing a gag
t-shirt at the holiday party where I entertained. He explained that it had been
a gift from his wife and four daughters and his employees enjoyed it, too. It
said, “If a man speaks in the forest, and there’s not a female there to
correct him, is he still wrong?”
Sadly, with careful
selective breeding of terrified men with bitter feminists, we have genetically
modified the current generation of snowflakes to be not just humor-free, but
humor-intolerant. So I’m pretty sure that he would be forced to resign from
his own company today, but it was very funny at the time. We commiserated about
being “odd gender out” because I was living with one male husband, 3 teenage
sons, a house perpetually filled with dozens of their hungry friends, and a
male cat (well, technically, a neutered, formerly-male cat who served as an
example to the others).
Which brings me to
the titular premise we tackle today, a paraphrase of the old “If a tree falls
in the forest…” conundrum referenced on the t-shirt: if almost all the
celebrities in America were With Her and Trump still won, what does it mean for
the star power of these celebrities?
Whoopi, Jay-Z — or was it Lay-Z or Cray-Z? –The N-word Spewing Racist Rapper,
could not bestir the 2012 black vote to mobilize for the Old White Lady.
Despite the wailing about misogyny, the truth is that racial identity politics
is a two-edged sword, like “Prevent Defense” in football. Sometimes the only
thing you prevent is winning! Old White Hillary, alas, was too pale to
support, even though she was in a sham marriage with Bubba, The First Black
President, and pointedly refused to agree that All Lives Matter.
All but a handful of
pop stars, fading actors, media celebs, and sports figures lent their names and
meager talents to Her, though many prominent ones forgot to vote or even
Oh, sure, our side
had Mike Tyson, Kid Rock, Jon Voight and Dennis Rodman, freelance ambassador to
North Korea, bless his heart, but we couldn’t compete in the star assemblage.
Even the COUNTRY stars, for Pete’s sake, took their shots at Trump, and only
Trump, on the CMA awards show. There were some funny things to say about The
Donald, but was there NOTHING amusing to say about Hillary for balance?
Mr. Paisley, I am disappointed in you, and your last CD sucked, too.
evangelical Christians who have never in their lives uttered the word “pussy”
except to call their pet flocked to the polls because they believed that the
right to practice their religion was way, way, more important than the
potty-mouth of the only candidate who would defend that right.
Millions of blue
collar workers voted for a billionaire real estate mogul in the apparent belief
that he “cared about people like me,” a trait they refused to attribute to Mitt
Romney just four years earlier. I think they were mistaken then, particularly
if they thought that Obama DID care about anything but himself and his handicap.
But that ship has sailed and while gentlemanly Mitt failed to connect. Trump
won their hearts probably in part BECAUSE of his bull-like romp through the
china shop of political correctness.
I do not for a minute
believe that celebrityhood is dead with a stake through its heart. When I see
the celebrity-filled magazines in the checkout line, damned if I can
identify more than 10% of the scrawny women and androgynous men, or have
any idea why they are celebrated. But they multiply like fruit flies. So they
aren’t going away any time soon. But I think their endorsement impact may be
somewhat muted from now on.
I used to work night
shift in a print shop. Two “motivational” placards hung in my work area. One said
“The beatings will continue until morale improves.” The other said “When you’re
up to your ass in alligators, it’s hard to remember that your original goal was
to drain the swamp.”
The white working
class, indeed the middle classes of every color and gender, have had it up to
here with the morale-crushing insults and psychological beatings by our snotty,
politically correct elites in academia, government, Hollywood and the media. This election said,
“No! The beatings will NOT continue. Hit me again at your own risk. Call me
vile names and I will see that the other guy wins.” And it was so.
We have taken a giant
first step in the Herculean task of draining the swamp. There are already many
old bull alligators getting in the way of the task. Political gators, like the
real ones in the wild, are smart, sneaky predators who have been in their
Beltway habitat for a long time. Gator-fighters say that most methods of
self-defense are useless in escaping from a gator that is clamped on to you and
there’s a good chance you are going to die horribly but quickly. But if you can
possibly find the little flap in their throat that keeps water out, you can
fill their maws with water and potentially drown them or at least make them let
I think the
contemptuous, bigoted Democrat “hater gators” who agreed with Her that half
their fellow citizens are Deplorable Irredeemables drowned on their own vicious
bile in this election. Since Hillary was certified fit as a fiddle by her
doctor, swearsies, her cough was probably just from choking on her resentment
and rage. The left is absolutely incapable of learning anything, however, so
they will continue to call everyone in Trump’s administration a Nazi, without
ever looking at themselves in a mirror. And who could blame them? Have you
seen these losers up close? Worse than celebrities without their makeup!